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she woke up from the rain..
the electric fan unsteadily turning made her realize
that its getting colder evrytime windchills touch her skin.
but even in the coldest nights of december she was safe.
at least she thought it couldve been that way.
the soft pillow's touch makes her think of endless rows of
blue violet thickets of kisses as she moved slowly, into his
caressing arms.
she was safe, yes.
at least today it made her feel so protected that even
this borrowed moment she will have to say, and pray-to last.
she was safe, yes.
she took it upon herself, that she would'nt bare her skin
to this man, this irascible piece of flesh, this uncertainty.
she kissed his forehead lightly, woving her gentle lips to his
arms, his shoulders, and then his lips - his eyes.
she was safe, yes...
she kept on telling that to herself even when she knew
tomorrow it could end.that at the break of morning everything
will be back to the way it was..she looking from afar - and
he in another woman's arms...
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Posted by makatasawi on 2007-12-02 14:56:31 | Rating: | Views: 72
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Great poem i enjoyed reading it
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Posted by jessforgets
on 2007-12-02 15:42:42
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preciate it
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Posted by makatasawi
on 2008-03-27 09:03:15
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