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 When we're apart Life is all wrong Time goes slow When you're gone. Nights are long And days are bleak I find I am living Week by week. T... [read more] |
 I am impressionistic, crystal, and fearless, 'cause that's the way you see me. I am fresh, and lilac, and cinnamon, 'cause that's the way yo... [read more] |
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Look me in the eye now, Like you did before when there was nothing between us, especially clothes. Let me hear you sigh now, Like you did lo... [read more] |
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I love to sneak into my brother's room. It's so fresh. It smells like him. "No, no, I'm not touching your models". Opps, dust on my fingers.... [read more] |
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My girl's name is Jan, and sometimes she thinks she's a man, but that's ok 'cause I love her anyway. My girl's a dancer, and sometimes when... [read more] |
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Now that you're gone, who will walk me to my car, late at night, telling lies designed only to make me laugh? Who will remind me... [read more] |
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My mother's hands smell like spicy, gingerbread, formed into little men, with smiling faces, that she dances across the kitchen table. That... [read more] |
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We met early for dinner and... you requested an appetizer of my admiration, it was fresh, hot, and very spicy. The meal progressed and... yo... [read more] |
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I was not prepared for this, this presence suddenly so near... could I be spared this... this undefined fear? When you declared this... with... [read more] |
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I'll forgive you for being critical, if you'll forgive me for being so political. I'll forgive you for being voracious, if you'll forgive m... [read more] |
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I suppose it's unrealistic to believe a narcissistic could be artistic, instead of self-loving, so used to shoving, or so vain...just the ba... [read more] |
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Cautiously, I will believe the words that you tell me, with the faith that you own honesty. Honestly, I will unveil myself to you with hope.... [read more] |
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Even though I'm only female, I remember from an earlier e-mail that you are into alliteration -- a surprising situation. For I'm sure you'll... [read more] |
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Stealing his time, stealing his time, he gave me everything from my smile to my spine, now I feel so out of rhyme 'cause all I did was steal... [read more] |
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You're new and I don't know what to do with you. Sometimes things just fall into place, Belgin lace, stitched with gentle grace, but not you... [read more] |