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I Dream..... (Free verse) by frdup717 I dream about my hand in yours,
and of your warm embrace.
I dream about my lips on yours,
and the smile upon your face.
I dream about the love we'd share,
and of your beauty and grace.
The void you fill inside my soul
-no one can replace.
Up the ladder:
stains
Down the ladder:
this pain
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Posted: July 29, 2004 2:43 PM PDT; Last modified: July 29, 2004 2:43 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.3585887 Overall Rank: 3336 The following users have marked this poem on their favorites list:
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"and of your beauty and grace."
meter needs tweekin, maybe... : "your beauty and your grace" Good for what it is.
your right about the tweek
i knew it sounded off somehow
Death by vagina.
who is this about
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I cream whene'er my gland's in yours,
or 'pon your d'formèd face.
I cream into your Sunday drawers,
which feels unb'liev'bly ace.
I cream all o'er the gloves you wear
e'en though they're hard t'replace.
Your voids I fill with my Swiss roll
'Til cream's all 'bout the place.
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