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Sep 2015
it's not about your silky touch of gold,
or what draws me to your world,
I can only begin to imagine that.

I guess I'm obsessed, drawn by the madness,
of which I am indebted.

but you're a sinner,
wholehearted winner,
the one who stole my heart,
not to mention the apple of the ripe,
I am forever truly eager for a bite.

I can't help but find myself lost in depth,
of your deep blue eyes & ocean-like soul.
Written by
Luna Quinn
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