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By CindyCB
Was there a line around the block to get into my bed when we first met? There is now. I'll let you cut in front. When it rains it pours. Be my shelter from this storm of men that steal my soul and fill me whole with emptiness. Hold me tight. Be my light. I'll put on fresh, crisp, cotton sheets that will be cool to the touch upon our cheeks. Written February 1st, 2000 © on Jul 26 2001 04:08 PM PST 0 • 16
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