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Mar 2013
hold me gently in your arms
and caress my soul, never let go
let the tenderness of your skin
soothe my aching heart
your warmth is a quiet elixser
to a mind that swims in a sea of confusion
waves of reality and fantasy,crash on my shores
and leave nothing but sandunes dragging back to that sea
so please throw that net,pricise as always,lift me up onto
dry land .
Written by
tom krutilla  justice, illinois
(justice, illinois)   
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