Title: Your Shoulder
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Blog Entry: Your shoulder is more than somewhere I can lean Although it is that too It is a place that I can dream a place that I can place my worries and make our dreams come true our foundation our faith of a mustard seed that makes mountain moves your shoulder but it’s my favorite thing hard as a rock but it’s gentle as can be and maybe that’s on my behalf but I wouldn’t change a thing my comfort zone that you don’t invade even though it’s connect to you and it’s as you stated, It’s Our USB our serial port specified for one device and totally it is unique it the thing that makes us “We” Your Shoulder and I agree it’s a pure exchange of essence of things that are suppose to be like watching the sunrise from roof tops in the middle of Brooklyn in the springtime or like pouring the Atlantic back into the Pacific We’re in our Déjà Vue So if I died then or now I know that you have already saved me And sometimes I take your shoulder in vain It’s the place I place my pain It’s my little piece of bliss that I have gained And sometimes I feel as if I’m cheating Because your Shoulder gets most of my attention Intimately it seems that’s how I know it And if another woman takes you then I’ll may think about leaning her your shoulder cause that part like Tina did with her last name I’ll keep And I’ll tell you it isn’t the smallest or the biggest but as Goldie Locks Would say “This …..Is just right “ Like two worlds colliding to make one marriage at is best My cheek takes your shoulder thru thick and thin Sickness and in health Sum-Thyng Like for rest of the days of our lives Like it’s my guiding light cause that’s where you hold our torch Where I found my fortunes and your shoulder forever shields me from the worseness as the world turns See Your shoulder is where I cry my rivers and also where I leave my imprints of extravagance Where Our moments becomes hours meaning our most stimulating talks no arguing would say it’s mind sex but really it’s so much better Where I learned not to jump in my sleep How to write a poem on his other wobbly knee while looking from the corners of my eyes that’s half close to sneak peeks pass your cheeks to remember how his smile makes me weak so if I want him I will think of him If I need him I will call But if I want to say I love him then I will offer him my shoulder
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