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Oct 2016
I paint your body with my hands
You paint my mind with tattoos that you planted with a needle
No thread
What are your plans?
No threat
In debt
In deep like a sunken ship in the sea
Your deep blue eyes consume me with their secrets
Your Hidden features
You're an angel with her wings clipped
forgot how to fly
Maybe too close to the sun
Maybe too close to someone
Who caused you too much pain
Too much fire for a volatile combustible soul.
When you find me I'll be waiting in the lobby staring at a hole in the wall
feeling half empty
With a half full drink in each hand.
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Kurt Schneider  M
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