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"W" poem
walking in the snow
when the sun's set low
whispering real slow
wine in my eyes
when loving you
with my arms reaching around the
whole of you
wanting you and loathing you
without any regret
walking in the snow
when the sun's set low
whispering real slow
wine in my eyes
when loving you
with my arms reaching around the
whole of you
wanting you and loathing you
without any regret
Very nice. I look forward to
Very nice. I look forward to reading more.