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    Man

    Hell's fire. Man's desire. Blood so red and pure. One to touch my soul. One to reach underneath my shirt. One to listen to my heart. And one to take it away. One after another as they all come for me, struggling to break free. A grasp so tight, i can never get out. A man's hands that have touched my body in many ways. To hold my hand, or to love me either way. But as one comes, i cannot bare, what other woman have i yet to compare. Not shure of his past, or the woman who came along. But i want to be the one he never leaves behind, one not to compare. One to love and hold, and never share.

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    jam4muzic commented on Man

    08-09-2009

    Not bad. I think it's ohhkay. The begining was really good. The middle, not so much. But-anyway, mind checking out my poems? I'd like to know other's opinions

    trucker1 commented on Man

    05-12-2009

    Love it

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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