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name, out, wind, cream, shimmering, sin, grin, conduct, rise, miles, close, stories
His conduct was gentle and kind,
His face wore a boyish grin,
Close to touch, but minds separated by miles,
How can love be a sin?
Oh such stories he could tell.
The rise and fall of her breast,
Skin as soft as cream,
Eyes shimmering with unshed tears,
Surely this is not a dream?
He whispered her name,
Dozing as it drifted out on the wind.