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Oct 2012
Swaying gently, suspended by strings
I find myself for the first time in decades relaxing,
Melting into the rhythmic movement.
Face to face with you,
Your gentle kisses on my forehead;
Such contentment.
Written by
Tanya Kainz  USA
(USA)   
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   Timothy
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