the sieve and the sand

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anticipation

at least you never fail to impress

poetry

the night before an early rise
i worry my sleep away
fear of a lack of sleep keeps me awake

the times before our every kiss
i anticipate the fun away
building up a normal kiss to something great

August 25, 2008 Roger Mugs Tagged anticipation, kiss, sleep, worry Leave a comment
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