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Jul 2010
Let me circumnavigate your lips with a sailing kiss. This romance of sinking ships caused by siren songs must end. Swirling compasses point to mated souls, first or last doesn't matter. I'll soar these shores, living wave to wave, till I see you in my horizon.
Richard Allen Pogue
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Richard Allen Pogue  In the atmosphere
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