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- I want him in all the bluntest ways. I want his lips, his hands, his arms. I want him the way the ocean wants the shore, constantly reaching and running back. I want him the way the rain wants to fall, the way the sun wants to shine, the way words want to be read. I wanted him to infinity, to the millionth degree. No amount of rain could douse the fire, I have in me for him.
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For Him » Poetry
Poetry- la douleur exquise; (n.) the heart-wrenching pain of wanting the attention of someone unattainable. _ This is a poetry sort of book, I guess you could say. Each part in this book, has words that come from someone, whose heart has been through w...
