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Growing Up Is
Contributed by
thefacade
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Saturday, 30th June 2012 @ 08:04:39 AM in AEST
Topic:
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Growing up is accepting
That he loves the soft mound
of your breasts, but not the way
your voice quivers in the night
When you whisper hold me
The difference between love and lust
Is that love is sad, until you grow up
Though you still pine for that day
Because you want to feel love
When all youve ever known, is the rise and fall of his chest
Yet when you awake to see
That lost lust yields merciless love
Youll pine for the smooth, cold skin
Of a strangers hand under
The shirt your mother wore
The night she grew up
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2012-06-30 08:04:39]
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Re: Growing Up Is
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by thehotshotpoet on
Saturday, 30th June 2012 @ 08:37:35 AM AEST
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awesome work,
thanks for sharing
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Re: Growing Up Is
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 2nd July 2012 @ 12:00:17 AM AEST
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| I like it! |
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Re: Growing Up Is
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by Archie on
Friday, 10th May 2013 @ 11:08:47 AM AEST
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| Interesting and a good write. I agree with some of the notions of this, but it may not be good for the young readers I refer to this sight. 5 stars forr an intellectual write though. |
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