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What Kind of Gift Am I? A Poem
What Kind of Gift Am I? A Poem So many came before Who barely passed the time Gone before I could Properly say goodbye. Had I wanted to try They hardly cared About my soul My mind given Half a thought If we shared a laugh Or talked. My body was what They wanted And got. Because after all I am the giving sort I can leave this All behind If you are As unique As you say you are If your shared words Came from your heart Not some script You recite by rote Because you know It's affect on every woman. You want that light You want someone Who is understanding But if that comes In a package That was damaged Will you declare it Broken at the outset Or open it And test it Knowing that Returning it Could leave it To a fate uncertain? Not to mention Waiting for it's replacement? I am that Damaged package But I still have all The goods I just someone To think me more Than a cover to a book. And still feel All the excitement And joy Receiving their Longed for Item should. Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely |
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I'd let you drink my soul... I'd let you know my dreams... I'd let you... If you let me in. If you weren't looking - in the wrong direction... ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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You are a gift for all year round. Not just for Christmas of course. Unwrapping you would be sound. Slowly, so slowly with little force.
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I'd let you drink my soul... I'd let you know my dreams... I'd let you... If you let me in. If you weren't looking - in the wrong direction... Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely
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