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Thursday, July 26, 2012

Leaving the sun behind...


Flower swayed, trying to say 'nay'
Dragged and tossed against her say
Sun set to her despair,
Yet promised, to follow her everywhere...

He loved the feel of those silky petals,
She felt his fingers trace her spine,
Lonely as the night stretched,
Stayed longing for his touch...

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