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Looking at you
I cannot help but think
That the stars made love
And gave birth to you
 Aug 2014 Nanette Villanueva
AJ
I'm not sure anymore.
But does it matter.
I'm a cat that curiosity has yet to ****.
And I need a new mouse to play my games.

The old one ran away.

Text me a ****.
Send me a song.
Tell me your newest theory on life.

It doesn't matter.
You.
You are the sunlight that filters through the leaves on the trees, leaving a golden warmth in patterns on the ground.
You are the smell of the earth after rain, rich with the musty aroma that brought memories back like rivers, or floods, or waterfalls.
You are the deepest part of the night. You are the silence. You are the soft sound of breathing in the moonlight.
You are the whispers like peppermint kisses on my tongue.
You are the stars, the velvet sky at night, the fiery sunrises, the clouds that drift like smoke.
You are the sand between my toes, you are the snow crunching under my feet.
And you are so beautiful. And you are gone.
ink is running through my veins            
     your words sink into my skin            
       giving my heart an addictive dose
            words are all it ever took to win
               poetry-anything-even prose
                 every rhyme like *******
                     i swear i'll overdose
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