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IrieSide Mar 11
I felt the pull,
a memory force
of gravity
upon the young
mind

a remembrance of
something simple,
kryptonite
to the stoic

delicate entrancements,
of wicked origin
a seed, a plague
a revitalizing
light
IrieSide Jan 2017
a kiss blended in warm linen
of delicate Texas breeze
and star-skied lemonade
your eyes,
in them reside
eternal beauty

I'd take you to the moon
just to   show you the world.
Under the night sky. Inspired to the sound of "I want You" by Bob Dylan.

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