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First Kisses 6/18/2009 First kisses, first embraces, much sweeter than love My hand brushing your shoulder, your fingers on my arm Your dark eyes beckoning, but still we are apart Our words now in whispers, breathi 0 Comments, 25 Views, 0 Votes | |
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Your Mother Danced 6/17/2009 Maybe, my , you will always fail to see the ultimate beauty in the way that a women's hair moves when she dances. Maybe you will never stand outside of time... watching the flow, the sweat, 0 Comments, 4 Views, 0 Votes |
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