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Apr 2016
Falling, falling, falling....
My head aching, aching, aching
with raw, pure emotion.
This feeling receiving my full devotion.
Deeper, deeper, and deeper,
I fall.
No need to catch me,
just keep me enthralled,
with your look,
your touch,
your kiss.
All my body,
spirit,
and mind
are sinking deeper into an abyss
of love pulled out of time.
Do not catch me,
let me fall.
I am drunk and
you are my alcohol.
Sarah Savannah
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Sarah Savannah
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   Krusty Aranda
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