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Feb 2015
My
She dances thru my thoughts,
Light in her heels
Hair flowing,
Twisting golden like great copulations between the finest elements.
Eyes, delicate
Fierce,
Royal blue as the fountains of Rome

She speaks,
Although I cannot hear
           As I am consumed by
Breathlessness at the
wandering eye that catches
her intrigue.
Bryce Perry
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Bryce Perry  20/M/Boston, MA
(20/M/Boston, MA)   
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