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Mar 2015
I hold my love in summer morning heat
She breathes placidly alive
Purple hum of death
Glazed and empty eyes

I knew her electric nights
We could have conquered the world
All I wanted was to be inside her

Now she's hollow
I feel too empty to
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Written by
Jack Chicago Dykstra  42/M
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     Arlo Disarray
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