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Misplaced Desires

May 28, 2008
By Anonymous

He touched Death's cheek
Caressed her blush
Then was drawn in
By her lips so lush
That spoke of freedom
At a tempoed hush
He reached for release
With his hand at rush

Then hit the floor
And felt no more.


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tanassa1 said...
on Aug. 7 2008 at 10:19 pm
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