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Feb 2015
Goddess incarnate,
I drew her in poorly, like a starving artist,
With a brimming passion.
I'm astonished;
she looks at me, a man.
But if I'm honest,
I feel, at most,
A youthful child
In her presence.
Late March or early April,
I made a severance.
Laid peace with the rotten parts of me.
Sorted them away to make room,
For a part of you.
Devin
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Devin  Austin, TX
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