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EFB
by Mia M Nakao
Thursday, April 14, 2005
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Even the sound of your
keys turning in the door
haunt me still.
Even the way your hair
gleamed in the sunlight
seeps into my dreams.
But no matter which
elements of your existence
soothe my burning mind,
my veins will forever be
steaming from the boiling
blood you left in me.
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
4/16/2005 |
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| at least you won't be cold in the winter ;) |
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| Reviewed by Sue Hess |
4/15/2005 |
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| wow, he must have been something. you wrote this so well |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
4/15/2005 |
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Wow...good or bad Mis this man must have had something to stir your blood so forcefully that it comes out so powerful in this poem. Great stuff.
Felix |
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