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Jun 2012
Lost within throes
of whispers of so,
many colors; we're
lovers, as he looks
into my eyes its like
pieces of dreams,
fore, I'm a woman in
love taking a deep
breath; letting go
breathless as his
lips and eyes taste
the beauty of love.
Written by
Debra A Baugh
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   Debra A Baugh
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