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blueloon Member
since 1999-07-07
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A memory. The barn. "The Bed." Hay within our hair. Like an ice cube you melted within. Brown tastles of hair ran through my fingers. Will you ever feel the words I once spoke? We ran from Shepards Hill. It felt like a race between two evils. My lungs burned with every breath I took. I never thought of what you felt. You ended my desire as salt water glistened down my throat. You held me close and kissed my pain away. And as quickly as you came, you left. Come back to me sweet angel, I need to know what you felt. |
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Sue Member
since 1999-08-04
Posts 383France |
I don't quite know why, but I like it. |
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