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Inside Me
By: Poppy
I had things to say to him
That they have not made words for.
I took hold of him
And it was like his heat
Was roaring into me.
Sometimes, I can not get enough of him,
But now he is in me,
And will always be with me.
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About the Author
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Our Poppy is a shy flower whose heartfelt poetry, until now, has never
been seen by any save the one for whom it was intended. The topic
discussed is inevitably 'Love' (or the lack thereof), along with the
unsurpassed joy and unrelenting heartache that emotion must carry with
it.
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