Monday, January 31, 2011

The Grey Areas

All I ever wanted was the chance to reach out, touch you,
feed the wild, roaring flames of your flesh,
soothe the places your imagination can't run from.

Chances are, it's what I need, too.
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  1. BeccaJanuary 31, 2011 at 4:39 PM

    I like this poem!

    How have you been my dear?

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  2. Yours TrulyJanuary 31, 2011 at 4:54 PM

    I think I'm snowed in and under-prepared! LOL
    I'm ok! I don't want to say I'm sick of this weather, but my toes are cold!

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  3. BeccaJanuary 31, 2011 at 6:13 PM

    I am with ya! What state are you in again? Up here in MN we just got a lot more snow! Boo:( How's the rest of life been?

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