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"death bed"

From the first day we met dear,
I felt it all start slipping away,
From the moment we met twirling,
felt like a flag unfurling.

I felt it might be better,
if I wrote a real live letter,
as she whispered to me honey,
my love it felt so funny.

From the second day to clear,
sweet nectar as she stood so near,
as she whispered to me darling,
I watched her hands so softly.

Turn the page on the menu,
my world opened a pandered venue,
I felt her a topless dancer,
on a death bed with cancer.

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Submitted on May 01, 2011

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Steven was adopted, his biological father was an English professor who had an affair with a student. Writing poetry is an outlet for his expression of love. A hopeless romantic in search of his soul mate. (it changes from now and then) He hopes to capture the girl of his dreams through poetry. Visit my blog at http://thedailypoetrss.blogspot.com/ for the latest up to date poems. more…

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