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Here is my soul...Empty...Here is my heart...Empty...
Here is my arms...Empty...I hand them all to you...All
I ask is that you fill them...To fill my arms takes only
your presence...The gental sence of your body close to
mine...Your body matches that of a goddess...Swaying
beatifully...Laughing while running with the winds...
To fill my heart takes only words...Sweet, soft, calm...
Your words match those of a poet...Caressing my heart as
if you had it in your hands and would pet it...Makeing my
heart spin at the meakest of words...To fill my soul takes
your love...Neverending pure...Your love matches that of
a messiah...Comeing to save my broken soul...Repairing it...
Replacing it...I am niether goddess nor poet nor messiah...
But please if you would...Fill me...For i am empty...
...Evermore...

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