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snapshots in her mind
projecting pictures -
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snapshots in her mind
projecting pictures -
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silence presides
on moonshine lips, -
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she wrote poems
of sweet love, -
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your words painted
a perfect picture, -
music played on notes of pleasure
as hands sought a paradise hidden -
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waiting in the still of night,
silence pulled at heart strings -
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flushed exhilaration
inhaled, as tendrils -
Unfinished is the title but this piece is really finished
