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May 2015
My lips tasted like sangria
And it was just a little
Too much
For one night
And so I ran

I could drown
In his blue eyes
Like a sea
Calling me home
I could listen to his voice
For it sounds like the waves crashing
Upon the shore
Time and time again
Calling me home
And he has galaxies swimming
Through his veins
Because no astronomer can be
With someone who does not
And they're the Milky Way
And they are my home

And so I'll press
The reset button
And wish on my lucky stars
He is willing to rewind
And call me home
Kate Mitchell
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Kate Mitchell
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   Scott Madden
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