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Mar 2014
Your lips linger on my cheek for just a
little
       longer

until you whispered,

"Please, let us not haste
for this time with each other
is a terrible thing to waste."


His smooth, velvety lips touched mine
and in an instant,
my brain erupted into a chemical storm
which devoured my body, mind and soul.

I cherished that day.
Never have we carped so much diem.
This never happened in reality. I just felt like it would be fun to write a romantic poem.
Wíštfûł Wáñdêręr
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Wíštfûł Wáñdêręr  My Home Is Wherever I Go
(My Home Is Wherever I Go)   
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