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From always ...
Nothing happens, I have no answers
Only the great sadness seems to assist me
Faced with despair, people are losing their identity
The word violence plays its language
Everything is corrupted
Everything looks bad, aging
In the thunder of the night I discover that my brother is my enemy
The only thing real is this sad reality
©Noris Roberts
Wednesday 8th February 2012 1:41 am
I know you will think of me
I know you will think of me when they do not love you this way…
the infinite delight of my body on your breast
refreshing your soul with tenderness entirely
baptising your thirsty kisses without aspiring for one moment
to take control of your emotions.
I loved you entwining my breath in that furtive kiss
kindled perhaps by my devouring flame
riding my bod...
Wednesday 8th February 2012 1:40 am
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