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From always ...

 

Nothing happens, I have no answers

Only the great sadness seems to assist me

Faced with despair, people are losing their identity

The word violence plays its language

Everything is corrupted

Everything looks bad, aging

In the thunder of the night I discover that my brother is my enemy

The only thing real is this sad reality

 

©Noris Roberts

 

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I know you will think of me

 

I know you will think of me when they do not love you this way…

the infinite delight of my body on your breast

refreshing your soul with tenderness entirely

baptising your thirsty kisses without aspiring for one moment

to take control of your emotions.

 

I loved you entwining my breath in that furtive kiss

kindled perhaps by my devouring flame

riding my bod...

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