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when we met..i remember…

August 6, 2009June 23, 2014 by Jwilson
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Her skin The color of the thunderstorm riddled night colliding w/ the stars That gives off just a hint of blue under the right moonlight No speech No sound Simply a silhouette She blends w/ the darkness as I beseech w/ regret In her beauty I could feel the hardness…
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