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In his emerald eyes,
kindness swells and circles like the outer bands of a hurricane. I stand and feel his wind blow hard against my face so that when I breathe it’s him I inhale. If I could measure my love for this beautiful man it would span the distance of a hundred galaxies a hundred times over and carry the power of angry infatuation and blind faith. If I could taste my love for him it would be sweet like spring honeysuckle and linger like the slight salt from a kiss goodnight. I do not shield my powerless form, now drenched in the downpour of my devotion. He smiles and I allow myself to be washed away in this ocean of us. In his emerald eyes, kindness swells and circles like the outer bands of a hurricane. I choose to stand and feel his wind blow hard against my face so that when I breathe it’s him I inhale. |
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Wow! Most Excellent!
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nice
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Great job!
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Edited by
s1owhand
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Sat 09/27/08 01:28 PM
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![]() nice storm surge |
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BRAVO!!!
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Excellent!
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Thank you
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Such passion
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Passion and intensity that I have never before seen in written words..most excellent myanimalcracker
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Thank you
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