If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead: For the Moment

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Saturday, January 17, 2009

For the Moment

Offer her wine play a good waltz ask her to dance hold her close look in her eyes and for the moment… she’ll feel young again. Take her hand breathe her in let your heart race touch her skin ignore the world and for the moment… she’ll feel desired again. Lay her down kiss her wounds whisper her name... Sign in to see full entry.

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