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Sep 2016
A sleight of hand, and a boot that fits. Tightly; so tight a long walk seemed a step backwards.
So he walked, around the rings of Saturn, given the spins. He dances, a waltz for Venus.
He manages to steal his own heart, before she can.
Been a year, and I'm still here. If that isn't something, then I don't know what is?

P.S. If you caught some of the inspiration, then you are one of the reasons I write.
Rafael Melendez
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Rafael Melendez  28/M/Austin, Texas
(28/M/Austin, Texas)   
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