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Sabina Isoldé Tereza Scheherazade Doolit is a 23 year old woman from
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Guinea Bissau
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There was an apple tree, In the garden at us, On which rosy-red apples grew. Now whenever I see an apple, I think of you. ...
There was an apple tree, In the garden...
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Sweet rain, I would be the web to catch you; If you fall. Eagerly awaiting: Your warm, wet embrace. ...
Sweet rain, I would...
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Love, love, my love: love Sometimes comes on me, unexpectedly. -- Like the sudden silence of a powercut. And...
Love, love, my love: love ...
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I know where Sadness lives Among roses and the clouds In memory-haunted houses With long sun-stained walls I...
I know where Sadness lives Among...
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Distant whispers, Echo and flitter, Round us like moths in the night. Silent darkness, Surrounds us and holds us,...
Distant whispers, Echo and...
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I shall take the flutter-byes within me, To the dark dark woods, ...
I shall take the...
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The clock: Ticks. The tap: Drips. -- The phone -- Rings not. The street: Murmurs. A radio: ...
The clock: Ticks. The tap:...
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Danza! Danza! Fire and thunder. With our arms we spin, With our eyes we plunder Rapaciously tasting Each other's...
Danza! Danza! Fire and thunder. ...
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Come gently to me at the day's end, Whisper sweet nothings to me. Take me and break me and make me. A woman...
Come gently to me at the...
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"All through Andalusia . . . people speak constantly of duende, and recognize it with unfailing instinct when it appears. The...
"All through Andalusia . . . people...
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I want you to know me; Truly and without pretence. All the soft, sordid sins Of my grandiloquent innocence. Come: Let...
I want you to know me; Truly and...
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Your hands upon me Taste like the first heady rush Of Spring's thawing wind, Bringing warm dampness where once:...
Your hands upon me Taste...
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If I hads a horsie I would rides it to you Over many moorses (not the Spanish type, silly!) It would gallops...
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I wonder if I could tell you In four lines or less How much I love you, want you, need you, believe in you... [this line left...
I wonder if I could tell you In four...
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Missing you: Dearly dear, Sincerely cytherean. Wondering how to say, What I intended to say, and Somehow,...
Missing you: Dearly dear,...
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Touch me, ...touch me. Tease me, ...tease me. Hold Me, ...hold me. Believe in me Let me be lost...
Touch me, ...touch me. Tease...
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Just for a change, This poem isn't about you: It's about sunset-lit rushes. In biologically productive estuaries....
Just for a change, This poem...
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Dawn caught us kissing again... Arm in arm, leg wrapping leg, Lips meeting and gently exploring: Another tongue; ...
Dawn caught us kissing again... ...
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The late Autumn air chills-- Seeming to blow down, Straight from the eyes of the Arctic. Distant city sounds, ...
The late Autumn air chills-- ...
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Play me like a piano Play me like a harp Pluck me with your fingers Make soft music in the dark Let me be the...
Play me like a piano Play me...
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Tick, tock ... .. . Tick? . . . Tock! What I watch Watch what I Humble onion pie Deliciously...
Tick, tock ... .. . Tick?...
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Sometimes love falls on me Like a small sack of bricks Dropped by a careless apprentice Builder I lie there Crushed and...
Sometimes love falls on me Like a small...
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- Ursula K - She keeps kingfishers in their cages And goldfish in their bowls She is lovely and is afraid Of...
- Ursula K - She keeps...
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Snow When we got to the strange house it began to snow in quite a different way. A mass of tired old clouds opened and flung...
Snow When we got to the strange house...
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