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Pretend This Poem Is Me, and I Am with You
Pretend this poem is me, and I am with you;
I hold you in the circle of my fire.
Come into me, and time and space will vanish,
You and I alone, joined at the root.
There is a special room where I am with you;
I close the door and you are in my arms.
You become my skin, my self, my world,
Till I go back to sleep in lonely darkness.
So we defeat the miles and months between us;
We make love in our hearts if not in touch.
You are more to me in hope and passion
Than any man who brushes by my day. |
| Nicholas Gordon |
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| Name: OuNiE | 2005-03-22 |
| THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL...its the same thing that i want to say to my b-f |
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| Name: clay beam | 2005-10-13 |
| i'm 14 and i think that poam was stupid sorry try harder |
| true life |
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| Name: unknown | 2005-11-06 |
| I think the poem was true to anyone's experience. |
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