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Sunshine beads crystaline drops on your skin
reflecting my hopes and desires within
flesh colored by beams from the sky
burned in my mind until someday I die
I know you wont go, so I dont even try
Bathing your body in natural light
I see the fine blonded hairs turning bright
contours of bronze in my gaze memorized
naked breast mountain so perfectly sized
Sunbathing Goddess who captured her prize
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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