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Jun 2015
I lie on the bed of my Chevy
A million little bugs crawling all over me
I think about your soft kisses grazing my body
The wind blows my hair into a dance
I think about us dancing until the crack of dawn
I listen to the crickets chirping
Humming their own little tune
I think about your lips whispering into mine promising forever
I stare at the moon
I think how obviously made you were for me
Something gravitated me towards you
Much like earth and the moon
I listen to the rustling of the leaves
I think about that time you pushed me up against the wall
Pulled me by hair
And kissed me fiercely
Igniting something deeply within
I lie on the bed of my Chevy
Wondering what went wrong.
The Broken Poet
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The Broken Poet  Texas
(Texas)   
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   Cecil Miller
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