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Jun 2015
I could feel your hot breath on me
But it wouldn't be enough to ignite a fire
I could feel your intertwining hands weaving in mine
But it wouldn't be enough to feel your soft, hard hands
I could feel your heart beat against mine
But it woudn't be enough to feel your soul
I could feel your shaggy hair on my face
But it wouldn't be enough to feel like a million bugs
I could feel your lips against mine
But it wouldn't feel like the sun's endearing coolness
I could be feeling your whole body against mine
But it wouldn't be enough to feel like a jigsaw puzzle
I could never be close enough
With you, there is no such thing as too much love
Even now, I could feel your spirit intertwining our hands
Telling me to not shed a tear
I am enveloped in a cloud storm full of sweet sorrowful memories of us.
Why did you have to fight the war?
The Broken Poet
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The Broken Poet  Texas
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   Miriam
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