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10-07-2013, 03:44 PM
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Written 3/17/2005
Juxtapose for rhyme and reason
You linger on my mind, such a sexy, dangerous treason How do you rise in me such desire? Why do I burn for you, consumed with this raging fire? Left longing for something beyond my reach To the gods I will beseech From the hourglass of time, one grain of sand To hold you within my heart, my hand
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