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Jun 2015
You
I love your warm embrace
In the afternoon
When the sunlight plays
Across your golden hair
And the cool breeze
Traces our bodies intertwined
And carries your sweet voice

Your gentle kiss
Is the kiss of a goddess
And brings the utmost pleasure
A height of sensation
A mountain of passion
In you I find my other half
A true mirror of myself
ShitHead
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   Simon Woodstock
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