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I live with an old wind bag...

as long as I can move my arms...
they'll be holding you
a cradle of comfort is a marvelous thing
with such deep caring as I have of you
do you know that when I hold you, eventually,
I pass out
I pass out because I'm there, and you're holding me
...and I'm holding you
I freely have my hands and my face all over you
as you have me
sweet mindset of all sensation
there's no left, right, up, or down,
there is you...
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Posted: Sep 2012

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Nice one Hedi..good to see you still about
I should get these pointers down...
Good poem bro.heart wings
From the title I was suprised at what the poem was really about, good one!applause
I could use an old wind bag like to speak. Nice work Hedi.professor grin thumbs up
thank you...
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