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- An invisible love. An unreal kiss. The thought of how special the touch of his lips would be. And not a day goes by that I don't wish, that he was mine, and I was his.
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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...
