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Post by skorm on Sept 12, 2007 17:02:41 GMT -4
the gentle touch upon my skin the soft sweet scent of new days the warm caress through my hair the feel of cool breathe in the blistering sun the gentle way my name was called i listen close but hear no voice aside from winter's roaring wind part of me was left behind oh how i miss my summer's breeze
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Post by Poetic Love on Oct 21, 2007 17:44:50 GMT -4
Nice and simple. I like.
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