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Blueskye27

Published: Feb 21, 2010

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since loving him,
I'm like a leaf
trailing a tornado

holding my breath
at every erratic shift,
pulled irresistibly on,

at any moment
he could turn
and destroy me

yet still
I can do nothing
but follow

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Lady-Marjulie

Jul 18, 2010

Lovely.

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