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Because you can **** a million times
And still have never made love
 Apr 2015 kas
JL
Untitled
 Apr 2015 kas
JL
It rains
 Apr 2015 kas
ChrstnMrcno
Beatrice
 Apr 2015 kas
ChrstnMrcno
Many people say this to me:
"The person you became with her,
it is worth being."
Who knew she could change me?

She was beautiful,
She was brave.
She never asked to be the hero
but many people remember her as one.

Every time I think of her
I fall to my knees and cry.
Every part of me screams for one more glance,
One more word, one more kiss.

She is braver than anyone I know.
Smarter than anyone else realizes.
She is a secret that I have kept,
and will keep for the rest of my life.
 Apr 2015 kas
Frank Russell
Over Clear Creek bed
rolling artisan
sculpts smooth a pebble


- fr
 Apr 2015 kas
Lorraine DeSousa
Like a crushed petal, unbearably tender,
I walk the place where you were born.
Shadows now surrounding the ecstasy,
Of kisses lingering ‘til morn.
The space reflects now an innocent light,
Where we thought a lifetime arose,
Our lives filled with supernatural minutes,
Perfumed nights, naked flesh, we unfroze.
We were drunk under the spell of summer,
And in perpetual moments we captured,
All that was, and is, and ever could be,
From the moon to the stars enraptured.
We spoke of everything in the world,
Our subjects were only ever you and me,
Dizzy, bubbling, life’s blood streaming
A delirious passion, lasting eternity,
And now within this terracotta land,
Under blinding cerulean skies
My heart cries out to the cold cruel sea,
As minute by minute I die.
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