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I write poetry. Whenever I get around to typing it up, I post it here. Mostly in large batches once every few weeks or so. Enjoy.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Morgan

Morgan

This is the promised land,
this stretch of bed between us
where our hands form bridges,
fingers curled tightly.
Where our lips first met
and introduced me to love,
our heads spinning
and I had to pull away
just to breathe awhile.
Posted by Unknown at 7:45 PM

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