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She wore her longing
like a second skin
as it slept in the rivers and the valleys
of times gone by.
In a certain light
she came to know
that the tides can flow backwards
and doors open wide
so that one day
a man with dreams in his eyes
would enfold upon her nights
the innocence of first times...
She wore her longing
like a second skin
as it slept in the rivers and the valleys
of times gone by.
In a certain light
she came to know
that the tides can flow backwards
and doors open wide
so that one day
a man with dreams in his eyes
would enfold upon her nights
the innocence of first times...
The Longest Good...
they got to know
that neither had a penny
and on they went
with but little repent
left with no-more first times.