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Count Me In
To count every lock, every obstacle of time one can only imagine the time it takes to wander aimlessly around trying to choose the exact key. Are our first choices always the best to consider or should we wait for a different answer? The longevity of time seems so impossible at times especially when a…
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Love’s Decay and Fury
This poem is affected by all the dark news on television this week. God bless all of us who have lost someone too soon. I could of left this as a draft but decided to to post anyway. Those new to the site (I love you followers btw) this version of the site was started…
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Every Touch
Each and every time she twists and turns the key I seem to always open up and let her in. The truth in her, she wants to be closer a true part of my skin she’s just not satisfied until we’re both underneath sharing the same things. Love’s decay, holds on to me tightly and…
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This Time of Year
Slowly coming in the cold air is finally here. I’m careful now crawling up against her soft textured skin. This girl and her kind of love I’ve never felt before, she’s the one. This girl, and all her romantic charms she slinks up close asks me to pretend with every kiss, she swears, she’s exclusively…
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Join Me
The girl with conversation ammunition coming from her sweet meritless tongue. She freely speaks with this sexy attitude where there are no limits something that obviously draws and attracts me in. I’m her blind stranger retelling a lifetime of memories I make her laugh I’m afraid to admit she has me in her aim. This…
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