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written by: Rob Clark



I remember being lost,
inside the belt
of being totally compelled
to break the weld,
of the disbelief that true love
is only fairy-taled,
barely held, and rarely excelled.

I can remember,
You falling limber
while I lost myself
in the tenderness
of your innocence.
All the splendor
that was felt,
as you surrendered
to what was rendered,
and I made you melt.

Rob Clark

Rob Clark

I am a musician, a poet, a comedian, and an aesthetic's engineer.
I am nobody and nobody is me.
Rob Clark

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