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they do not know me querida the man who pens erotic poetry
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/ ONE MOMENT AT A TIME / / / it changes nothing to muse with sorrow / regarding past pleasures and pain / / and if we have learned anything at all / it is to live within the moment / / for all too soo
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you take me there, / fragrant rose of love / when i grow weary of life’s war / down a path of understanding / to a garden of sweet delights / you soothe my brow with cool hands / and on my lips you pour an elixir
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Wind And Sea / there is no cemetery, no marker / no mourning place i can visit / where you are laid down to sleep / / your soft ashes left my fingers / carried on a gentle sea breeze / they drifted out swiftl
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in the memory of love and cobainby thisisnotrevolution 71 lines, 3 comments, on Jan 3 9:52 PM 2007. In memoir
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by SatanzHYbrid666 7 lines, 1 comment, on Nov 29 3:16 PM 2006. In memoir
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