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My pretty bird
I shall hold your prefect wings
Flying in the sun
As we soar holding onto this sublime emotional heaven
Called love
I stroke your soul with my heart
Leaving my yearning caresses
Among the stars
Spelling your name
I shall shoulder your burdens to the winds
as I castle your beloved silhouette
next to me
Come closer
Our love can no longer wait
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
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