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Jan 2017
Kiss my lips,
Find me where I lie in icicle-blue shade.
Throw me the rope;
Inside this canyon I'm flower-like reaching out desperate for.. something.
Let me feel your hand against my chest,
I need to feel some tenderness, lately I've stumbled in this hurricane world.
Can we watch stars from the porch and cry and feel everything?
Your tourmaline eyes will calm my mind;
Our love is brave and invulnerable.
Written by
Jair Graham
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