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Oct 2015
O, lover

On those nights (in the cool blue glow)

I feel like I am dreaming

I feel like Julia Roberts and that any time I will hear the shout

“Cut!”

but it never comes

as i skate across your soft skin

i wonder when this will end

when will the bright sunlight disturb our blue-tinted cave

but then i see you r face

and all thoughts cease
Sara Jaz
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Sara Jaz  Texas
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