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    I walk alone without fear.
    In the darkness of the night.
    The wind wispers your name in my ear.
    I see a shadow oh what a sight.
    Could it be, is it you?
    I wish apon a star will it ever come true?
    Then i see your face.
    I want to kiss your lips for just a tast.
    Is this love or is this lust?
    I need to touch your body oh i must.
    Your touch sends sivers down my spine.
    I need you please be mine.

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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