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Oct 2015
Its the way you move

like the wine in my glass

As if beckoning for review

And so it started with your legs

Black heals on gray hose

Hide porcelain from prying eyes

Your skirts flow keeping drafts in mind

Are you wind?

Are you water?

Nourishing my soul through tired eyes

You hung your blazer at the bar and sat

Your shoulders bearing weight still

As if natural

Such beautiful resolve

I found myself here next to you then

And you ordered my bottle

The least I can do is pay

Now will you share a glass or send me on my way?
She was working in the herald building, has a man, more serious then she is, I told her that wasn't something to complain about as long as he's well grounded, he wants kids! Strange but he's not in a rush so I taught her the red flags to look for and wished her the best of luck, she apologized for wasting my time but It was worth the hug you wonderful woman! I genuinely hope you get your happily ever after! Whoever you end up with in the end! Hopefully with not so much heart brake and worry on the way there as there was on the way here...
John B
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John B  28/M/Within The Omniverse
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