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Her.

Her.

Toxic pasts don't mean toxic futures
The pain is fresh from recent sutures

Embraces so meaningful, yet perfectly aimless
Conversations are easy, fun and painless.

Eyes that blossom like a flower
Gazing deeply with attractive power.

My hands wander down your beautiful hips
Are we to voyage together? Or passing ships?

My poem written like that of a child 
Only to describe how the fires gone wild.

My only fear is my broken past
Assures the fire shall not last.
 

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Alex Grant

First poem on here. Been a while since I've written anything so as you can see the rhyme schemes are a tad simpler than I'd like. Be nice :) 

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Syd

A nice write Alex. I hope you keep it up. Cosmofunnel is good place for nurturing that smouldering ember.

I especially like the lines 

My hands wander down your beautiful hips
Are we to voyage together? Or passing ships?

Take care  - Syd 

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Alex Grant

Hey syd!

Cosmofunnel does seem like a good place to find my feet again .Thanks a bunch :)

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Voyage together

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SilvyLove

i think this is beautiful write... i love it... hugs and kisseess...

Silvylove ^-^

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Terry Kay

Alex, .Very nicely pinned.  Loved it...good luck and congrats on the nomination.  Terry Kay

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