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Sep 2015
i put pen to paper
and the ink started flowing
like your name rolling off my tongue
and i began writing about you
and i wished she could talk about
the way your lips feel against mine
with the taste of alcohol and candy
but instead
i can only talk about
your big brown eyes.
the kind of eyes you could get lost into.
and i guess i did
laura
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