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aww damn, what a tease.
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Awe
Nothing here still....lol
Oh well I will check in regularly,
The poem I posted recently... Lockpick... is spoken word...
Reciting poetry in front of people is scary, but as u unrelentlessly state...we are the fearless ones, gluttons punishment, awaiting to be judged...always judged -
light
with the coming of the morning light,
so comes in new life,
with the sight of my wife,
as i admire that delicately molded form,
lying comfortingly next to me,
thinking how great it feels to love,
if only foerver we could live,
then out of life i would not ask for mo'
but for the little precious time at hand,
i shall cherish and celebrate every moment,
in rememberence of the fact that life is not for good,
but love can be.



