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Wednesday, December 2, 2009

some stuff i almost lost 3

i held him.
I lied there, and felt my arm
wrapped around his body,
his breath, in..out....in..out..
his life's rhythm.
I held him gently,
though he's enough to substain
the weight of my love
draped across his warm breast.
I closed my eyes,
and indulged in my love,
tender, needy like a child,
i held him.

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