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Aug 2012
He doesn't know,
Or doesn't care,
About how much i desire,
I want,
I need his embrace,
Like a window requires its lace.

I'm the window,
I am the glass,
Nakedly exposed to sun,
Honest,
Truthful and lustful,
Like a fool waiting for the fall.
written in 2011
Simon Clark
Written by
Simon Clark
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