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Dawnovon, my sweetie?

She - Is so much more, Much much more, than I could have ever known. So gentle and sweet, And she's the most interesting to meet. ----------------------------------------------- She's got me wanting to ask, if she's blind or just mad. To have any interest in me. When all I do is sit - and retreat. Into a self-made hole. On guard - no loss - of control. ----------------------------------------------- Questioning - If it will be like the last time. When I put everything on the line, moving out there to be closer to 'you'. My love meant nothing - Who knew? ----------------------------------------------- I feel I can trust her

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Literature

Dawnovon, my sweetie?

She - Is so much more, Much much more, than I could have ever known. So gentle and sweet, And she's the most interesting to meet. ----------------------------------------------- She's got me wanting to ask, if she's blind or just mad. To have any interest in me. When all I do is sit - and retreat. Into a self-made hole. On guard - no loss - of control. ----------------------------------------------- Questioning - If it will be like the last time. When I put everything on the line, moving out there to be closer to 'you'. My love meant nothing - Who knew? ----------------------------------------------- I feel I can trust her

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Blue Skies

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Love birds.

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The Storm Of A Rainbow

I lay here with clouded thoughts, staring into the darkness of night. Waiting for lightning to tare through, guiding me with its seductive light. I seek the voice of thunder, to whisper its tone upon my ear. Rain flows beneath my feet, lifting me across my greatest fear. I see a break within this storm, trapping me with its brilliance. Wind carries me in its arms, taking me the distance. I open my eyes, seeing more than just a friend. You are my rainbow, the light in the end.

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