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Feb 2020
the urge to share all of me
with one who listens
with desire
to know more of me;
sometimes i'd go years pretending
that i don't need a lover.
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i remember loving at 16;
so young & so giving,
so new & so forgiving,
so harsh & so unhealthy.
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i often miss the days...
Written by
the black rose  F/the islands
(F/the islands)   
57
   --- and Carmen Jane
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