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Feb 2016
I only noticed her sitting
Behind me when the thick
Scent
Of silk, stars, and honey
Washed over and smothered me.
And when I turned to see,
To grace my eyes with her lovely
I, for an instant, drowned
In my enamored beholding
Of her loud and soft beauty.
Some spontaneous poetry from the bus ride on my way to Wright college.
Tafuta Atarashī
Written by
Tafuta Atarashī  28/M/Chicago
(28/M/Chicago)   
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