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Corey Williamson Aug 2012
I slap my thoughts down on this pad with pen, trying to make it through this life of sin. 
    Clearing my head with each word that flows, down to hell surely my soul will go.
    Your presence lingers as each day goes by, I can't seem to keep you out of my mind.
    Your eyes are gorgeous  as the bright blue sky, each look up and I remember why.
    Teasing lips on a tender face, tongues touch and I forget my place.
   Smooth neck of ivory skin, each breath comes, deep from within.
   I'll keep the remaining thoughts to myself, cause when this is all over, that's all I'll have left.

                                    >Blue Skies<
                                      08/17/12
                                         6:25pm

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