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Mar 2017
I'm such a hopeless romantic
that if you cracked me over the head
with a tire iron, you could see love
bleeding out of my skull, and
the first thing I'd say
is something about how
I like the way the moon
catches your face just right
from the view I'm getting
while my scraped back
kisses the ground as I doze off
in the middle of the street.
Vincent JFA
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Vincent JFA  Long Island
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