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next to her
everything else pales
into a dirty shade of grey
reflected in her smile
all past regrets
.....can.....
......go.....
......to.....
.....hell....
(where they belong)
when i hold
just for
a moment
and look into
her eyes
my heart swells
blood flows
into my........
thighs
and
nothing
else
matters
in this
whole
wide
beautiful
world

sept 08
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