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Sep 2016
Her hair was golden
and she blew beauty
out of the water
and I met Her alone
somewhere,
some place,
who knows?
But I fell like a dove
with clipped
wings, into
the expanse of Her.

Let me drown.
eh
George Stark
Written by
George Stark  Sacramento, CA
(Sacramento, CA)   
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