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ForbiddenThe night is cool and filled with delight. A smiling moon beams down upon us, as the stars sparkle and shine upon us with a knowing look. The winds gently caress our faces as we secretly embrace under an old willow tree. With a stolen kiss we silently speak of our hidden desires, and of how it was meant to be this forbidden love that we share. Donavon Scott Vinson Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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