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Seven years for a second kiss.

By Soul Churner

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

Seven years were spent waiting for me to be Expanding perspectives through this one night; Venturing out from above my anxieties, Emancipating through encounters of your delight. Naturally I have not often dared Yeilded to someone so carelessly. Educing my nobility, I become impared, An acceptance of some kind to be unseen Rearing through circles of fate unprepared, Seeking counsel over the tranquility.If you look real close you can find a hidden message written out in the first letters of each line. On the last line, the first letter of each word spells out his name. It was quite a night. Go and read "The Undressing". It's a follow up of this one. Written March 12th, 2002 © on Mar 12 2002 03:04 PM PST, wendy tyler    0 • 8

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Author:Soul Churner

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