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Aug 2016
Her
She's beautiful weather
on my vacation weekend.
She's the cloudless skies
when I go stargazing at night.
She's one last cigarette
in my pack first thing in the morning.
She's the twenty dollar bill
I found in my old jeans today.
She's the free coffee
when I dont have cash on me.
She's an ocean in the sun
when I'm hot and sore.

She's everything fortunate
that's ever happened to me.
Justin S Wampler
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Justin S Wampler  30/M
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