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Mar 2017
Her voice, it's echoing, in the chambers of my brain,
Her eyes, they shine, hazel and pure as rain
A taste of pleasure, my blood will run so hot,
When eyes unite in a forts night we plot
No not I wonder, I'm pale and lost without her
Nor can I please insatiable desire for her till
The forts night we plot, and our hearts will beat together.
Randy Bryte
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Randy Bryte  London, Ont.Canada
(London, Ont.Canada)   
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