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InterestsToday I feel like writing seeing those whom i pine for but cannot have

the patterns on your skin they make me cry for the night to cover the

shadows

that ripples across you because my agony is heightened evertytime

i look

at the bend of mysterious waves on your muscles.

yet sunlight entices,

beckoning, calling

and in my mind i know

i can only shut the light when i close my eyes as i

lay my head on the sinews of your chest

d'grass mar 21, 2009