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c h e a p ' o r e
Sweet inspirations,
Flirtations,
Explorations,
and
Sexual inclinations-
Oh how I love,
the love that you love to do.
We used to talk in time
All your words rhymed
with those emotions inside
Syllables after meter
and stories after days
‘Love you’ blurred with kisses
when we would play
’Sweet boo’,
is that who I am to you?”
Thank you, I never knew.
I’m giggling and your smilin’
Over a little wil’ing
I guess,
I never guessed
the whole time
all those years of mine
that special title
gave meaning to a dime.
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"… to the man who is actually in the arena... his place will never be with those timid cold souls who know neither victory nor defeat." Climbing out of the hole and leaving the whispers behind. idiom
I realized the high road is idealistic and we are lowly creatures, everyone. The only difference is some are able to walk and not crawl, nor squirm on their belly.
You decide.
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