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A Geeky Greek

Thursday, August 25, 2011

And he came to me in the still of the night
A shroud of mist
Cold to the eyes
Yet, sensuously
Warm, tender and sweet in the wake of his touch

At that moment
I understood the monstrosity of it all

A pin drop
Ringing clangs in my ear
He shouldn't be here
I might fall
For him

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