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Dec 2015
Its no secret hearts beat for true love*
                                               *Anticipation-trepidation
Of your soul-mate leaves one breathless rumbling in fantasies sheets
Sunday morning dreaming
Holding your pillow tight, embraced within the grip of wholeness with-in his heart
                                           Make
Believing in harmony on beds playground inside his Fairy Tale
                                           Eyes magic lies in his soul, his scent on my lips
                          He haunts my thoughts, roaming endlessly until Im awakened by
true loves
Kiss
DaRk IcE
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DaRk IcE
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