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just pretend..
everything is ok.. nevermind the end of the story.. what belongs to the future is what belongs to the sea.. capture a moment of photographic enjoyment..the pleasure we seek..is but a spark and fleck of electrical chemical kiss..so saddle up my ride..touch and go slippery slide.. what happens undercover of the night..is for us to discover.. no need to put up a fight..sweet dear.. I like it when we embrace and entertwine our bodies in a lover's pose..the naked eyes and dreamlike theatre of the devil's rose.. bloom thru the gloom of yesterday's luster.. pornographic and a wee bit satanic..catches a fancy for your eyes..and daydream and lustful thoughts..to keep your eye's on the prize.. feel it exploder in a malestrome of psychopathic disorder.. just pretend.. everythings ok.. and now the winner for best actor in a comedy role.. is.. By Rick Weber October 12, 2011 copywritten ~~~~~~~~~~~ Vote for this poem
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