Category: pebble
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Face Me
Face Me It’s hard to get away from eyes That stare back at you… Stop! Walking. Turn around and face me You always run Throw pebbles and hide your hand No need to insult my intelligence For the sake of games That you play alone Cruelty is your nature Malicious actions built your home But…
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Young Love
Young Love remember when we walked the moonlit pier besieged by your graceful entrance enveloped in the contagious essence of your smell held by large toned muscles tough enough to make a triceratops take notice… he was a part of my cotton candy coated teenage dream riding the twists and turns on the youthful rails…
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