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Apr 2016
I wouldn’t dare call this romance
That word has no use here
What we have is saucier than France
But not filled with as many tears

The term I want to use now
Only has meaning from your lips
Not from comparing it to cows
To storms or even to long road trips

Nothing can compare to our love, babe
I apologize for doing so for so long
If poetry is all about comparisons, I’ll change
I’ll re-write those stupid wrongs
Justin Douglas Banks
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Justin Douglas Banks  28/M/Montana
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