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Always (Free verse) by freakything

Like the morning sun that will linger, and as the day will hatch a fever. My passion sits, patiently in its chair, with plenty of hours to spare. With hot sweaty palms clenching onto the thought of holding you. I wait, living with the same excitement and tune, for I know we will forever dance together, under every evening moon.

Edna Sweetlove 16-May-06/12:36 PM
Quite nicely worded but more like prose broken up into arbitrary lines. Over-punctuated, I feel, with an excess of commas.




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