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old_scrotfumie 55M
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5/18/2006 3:54 pm

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5/18/2006 3:56 pm

One


it's been so long since i talked to a woman intelligence
that wasn't born of manipulation and falsity,
a breath of sirocco fresh air straight from the splash of a mediterranean wave,
crashing on the shore,scattering the sand of days gone by ,reminiscent of youth ,
slowing down the river,and really could never have expected to have been driven towards
white water tender rapids.Clown am I for the fool that wins this day,an instant in a drop of sand,moments fleetingly grasped escaping forever and catching the curving rhythm from
your eyes and down your cheek bones captured by the slide of your hips,led to kneel at your feet looking at you how fast time slips and drip drop
pitter patter rain falling drip drip drip breeze blowing skirts.Wind on my skin evokes
forgotten feelings within,walk on by,before I beg
to kiss your tears for the day gone by....unfinished

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