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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Pure Bliss
bliss. minutes, hours Days�time immortal in your arms in your hands. Beneath your heat Against your skin in my mouth� my heart, my soul my breath, my heat bliss, ecstasy Pleasure, paradise Our time stood still. Pure bliss One minute, one hour, Time stands still One breath, Minutes, hours, days,
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