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YouInventedMe

Published: Feb 3, 2010

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awake

I gasp and
clasp you
tight
you smile and
kiss my eyes
and I

awake I
gasp and
clasp you
tight
you smile
and kiss my eyes

and I

awake I gasp
and clasp
you tight
you smile
and kiss my eyes

and I awake.

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AVolatileCalm

Apr 23, 2011

I am sad tonight
and browsing your gallery

your poetry hurts.

It's wonderful.

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