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[title] => J's poem . .
[time] => 2005-01-20 18:13:04
[hometext] => he wrote this . . i contributed . . i miss him . . why couldn't things work out? . . i miss you J
[bodytext] => It all started the way she addressed me In the instant absence of my ego And it is so like her to catch me off guard But nevertheless, her soft malted fingertips passing from the front of my cheeks to the back of my ear And then my daily prize resting against her daily prize Completely tangled, competing unnecessarily There’s nothing that I could say to maintain her hypnotization And then confidently after kissing me, had the audacity to not even say goodnight But I knew that eventually her confidence would have aroused me to an experience where none shall forget Though the evening passed through gay laughing and unnecessary entertainment She celebrated within my vulnerability Ever so often in between my silent insecurities I grasped for her comfort Whilst my heart beat fast to the flashing lights of idleness There is no control… And then she guided me to a place that I’ve seen before But never in it’s image or likeness Daring to believe it is because of her presence Though my insecurity suffered the improbability of our motives We both giggled at the inappropriation But she does remember who I am And I still beg to know what we are… " J " 12 October 2004 [comments] => 3 [counter] => 222 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Marisa_A_sydney [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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