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Apr 2013
Maybe your bones
Are funny
And I'm ticklish,
Afraid to
Start a war
Where you'll beat me
By finding
My weak spot,
Where I'll break
By the slightest touch of you,
Laughing until tears
And crying until
I'm breathless,
And as we lie
There between
The sheets
And the pillows,
We'll know
These are the moments
We'll never forget
The memories
We'll never regret,
No matter what
May happen
After we've settled down
And we're serious
Pretending
Nothing ever happened,
But inside we're
Giddy and silly
And dizzy
And happy...
APAD13 - 100 © okpoet
Nestor David Armas
Written by
Nestor David Armas  37/M/OC
(37/M/OC)   
438
   Gary Muir
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