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| Silhouettes Night falls on my pillow, And the silhouettes of you and I consumes my dreams, Mist fills the air, and bathes our flesh with oiled creams. Candles flicker around our goosedown bed, With the lace curtains blowing above our heads. Our bodies touch so carefully Years of waiting, Our love comes so naturally. Our souls are bound with the threads from our hearts, Together forever, Never to part. Virginia (Lori) Rippey |
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