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when you stir in your sleep (new erotica)turn out the lights, light a candle, |
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RE: when you stir in your sleep (new erotica)"simoneaugustus" commented on when you stir in your sleep |
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.