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After Math

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The after math of dreaming of you, leaves me cold and all alone.
The smell of your touch leaves me frozen like a corps.
Your taste and touch will be the death of me.
And all I wanted to do was love you.





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christin.bass said...
Jul. 7, 2010 at 11:43 pm
This is extremley well written. Within a short paragraph you painted a very strong and relatable picture in my head. Beautiful!!!
 
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