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Sep 2016
Today marks the day,
The day I grew the courage to speak to you.
The day I got so tired of missing you.
I sended that text at the same time you used to call me
3 A.M.
The amount of relief I felt on my chest ...
The peace that was in me ... I regret not savoring  it as much.
Those 5 minutes of waiting in a more civilized way, with out craving anything not your words or your voice.
Not caring if I was even going to have a chance to see you or kiss you or if this was going to solve anything.
But you called and my peace was gone.
First day of my poem series.
Aztec
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Aztec  In a city
(In a city)   
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     ---, Doug Potter and unnamed
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