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by Shasya Jun 1, 2008 category : Fun, humor / relationships
Red drops trickle Onto your bed A few tears shed You break into a sweat On your forehead Your eyes are closed You slowly moan And you groan Permanently wounding bliss But you're alone! Realization hits you Your mind does a swirl And a twirl You lost it to yourself! Those are long fingers, girl
by Heba
Wow, I loved this poem, wonderful.