Your fingertips trace a searing path across my spine,
Am intimate gesture of a private pain.
Emotions you so vehemently deny,
Yet reflected in the gaze that haunts my every move.
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Not then, not now.
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Just a spot to store the poetry.
Just a small collection of poetic attempts.
Some still need graphics.
Others need tweaking.
It just seemed like a good idea to collect them all in one spot.
In archiving them all from MS, they ended up chronologically backwards.
I'm not entirely pleased with that.
j
Some still need graphics.
Others need tweaking.
It just seemed like a good idea to collect them all in one spot.
In archiving them all from MS, they ended up chronologically backwards.
I'm not entirely pleased with that.
j
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