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so i'm not much of a poetry writer but i like it so i thought id find a place where i could share my thoughts, so here it is... enjoy. |
On this cold winters day
your hand on my heart...
You just stand there with your cold blue eyes,
holding my gaze and for once you might care...
I love the way you hold me in those strong arms of...
You talk to me as though I\'m the only one for...
I love the way you tease me
and the way you hold me close...
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May you find true happiness through the splintered eye of the wise one. |