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by Quinn Specht   Feb 2, 2007


The new feeling,
etched into my only memory.
Your hands like the beauty of the world.
Tears slip down my face,
as your words you speak,
slip into my ears...like a
sweet song.
Your eyes like a velvet, I have never touched before.
The taste of your lips like sweet wine in the summer rain.

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