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Dec 2015
You are a painting for sure
an oil streaked canvas that I just cant help but stare at
Because wow are you breath taking
I want to run my fingers across your ragged surface
and let your paint smear across my hands

I could also compare you to the ocean
because you are neverending
I like to sit by the sea and just take it all in
the beauty, the sounds, the smell, the feeling of it touching my skin
giving me goose bumps
just the way I like to sit with you

Now while both of those are as true as saying the sun is hot
Ive heard that you are a goddess. Is it true?
Because you give me the shivers and I like to talk to you
but if you are a goddess I will become too terrified of you
to react
for gem
Astor
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Astor  Intercourse PA
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