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adarkstranger: I can feel you washing over me every movement every sound like the morning suns warm embrace silently washing over me overwhelming my senses ~Dark Stranger …

Bastetde:

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Rosenroll:

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Sjcavenaugh:“Some Nights I Lay Awake In Bed And Dream Of Your Sweet Kiss. Other Nights, I Fall Asleep And Dream Of Making Love To You As You Softly Whisper My Name.”-Sjc

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Words-And-Coffee: “…A Lonely Evening Smelling Of Books,” — Pentti Saarikoski, Tr. By Herbert Lomas, From Contemporary Finnish Poetry: “What’s Going On Really,” (Via Violentwavesofemotion)

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