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Feb 2015
Its not the still of the night
that calms my heart
Its the memories of our
last night
the gentile touch
the glowing light
the nervous feeling
you admit
as I kiss your lips
then the surrender of
your body to me
as we fall to sleep
in perfect harmony
mercy me, I found
in you the real me
Written by
tom krutilla  justice, illinois
(justice, illinois)   
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   Flita Fernandes and unknown
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