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| farmfish |
it is when the six week-old kitten jamie is raising for me mum, schneaks past me legs and into the freezing night, that i see the moon, glancin' at me, laughin'. is it me pale winter legs caught in nuthin but joe boxas and a rossignol t-shirt? or is it actually suddenly smilin', gigglin' in the illumination of a kitten's first discovery o' snow? |
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| ClairE |
lick me wind chill I'm a lake swim across me tossing from one shore to another let's make a sail over our heads am I cold or are you? |
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| silent storm |
Every time you touched me When you came to me and touched your lips to mine Being in your bed at night, in the morning, in the middle of the day When you held me close to you, I would tremble. So scared. But so in love. |
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