GB's Poetry

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she slipped into my conciousness slipped under my skin slipped into my mind my heart my soul she even slipped into all of those empty spaces dark places secret places where no one else could go that first time we made love we slipped away from the party early slipped up to my place and she slipped out of her sweater her suedes her slacks her silks and slipped between the sheets and we slipped together like a hand in a glove and later a smile slipped across her face and she said I'm in love. spring and summer and the seasons slipped away slipped into years and I didn't notice and in all that time I never once said I'm in love and she slipped away

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