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Submitted:Mar 8, 2012 Reads: 17 Comments: 8 Likes: 7
And as I stand
Adorned with you
I see the mirror
Beyond the you
More than me
And as we rise
I fantasize
The how and
When
The nature
Of women and
Of men
And how much
They are the
Same
Beneath the skin.
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