March 2, 2010
A sweet sigh of relief,
That floats to the clouds
A tangle of hair that falls down over the forehead,
Flowing about like the ocean, tossing as you move with waves round your face
The curves of your body, forming mountains and valleys,
Sweet and smooth as rolling plains
Strong and independent, you're a world in itself
But you'll never be whole without another

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