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February 1st 2007 03:32
Her eyes were closed.
I tickled her back, and moved my hand
Through her soft hair.
Still those closed eyes.
Tight with concentration.
Days pass.
Months.
I go to that bed and there she lays.
Forever closed in her world of imagination.
What is happening in there?
And why doesnt she come back?
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Comment by David
Make it a rule: No young boys as lovers. Only older men.
Loved that poem ...
David ...