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Jun 2016
there you are
grinding the words that crawl out of my mouth
a hello holds a thousand questions
you could be the one
lets entwine and find out
lets search each others bodies for sweet spots
coffee ground stained fingers
touch me
hold this cream skin
you can't take your eyes off of me
maybe we are meant to be
you're electric
you're mysterious
it's time to be welcomed into this hollow home
ramble on
I have a soulmate
but you make me question whether my soul is split in two
Keah Jones
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