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Jun 2019
Alone
in my bones,
While she lies
with the night,

Stains
of her soul,
Only time
will survive,

Pray
for the sun
to slow down
when she’s kind,

Dragged
through the clouds,
Just the price
for a ride.

And the way that she lies
at the edge of my life,
Where the hills meet the howling sea,
And as the world walks away,
My heart begs to stay
at the feet of a thousand dreams,
Allen James
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Allen James  29/M/Brooklyn
(29/M/Brooklyn)   
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