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By tremble Date: 2005 Oct 01 Comment on this Work [[2005.10.01.13.51.15357]] |
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the suns slow rise o'er these hills and dales so very bare to my gaze with only the lightest down what stirs to my every breath slightest hint of goose-flesh forms under my hungry gaze and 'pon hills slowly form an grow hardened peaks for my wetted lips and i thinks (give soft chuckle) that one of the sweetest ways to awaken early in the morn is the sound of rising passion 'pon a lovers sleeping breath |