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By jwb71913 Date: 2003 May 02 Comment on this Work [[2003.05.02.04.49.7235]] |
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The hair on your arms rises and falls Like a field of wheat in a soft breeze When I kiss your lips Hands softly touch, there, no there Your body trembles as you catch your breath My love for you will never end It becomes more beautiful in your abscence |