Mar 2017
I wish that our tongues would finally match
when we spoke from our flesh,
that you would brush my shoulder
like you do when
you aren't a machine,
and when we'd look at each other,
that our eyes
would actually meet.
but you can't get under
keeping it simple,
and I still end up over-
explaining.
Vincent JFA
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Vincent JFA  Long Island
(Long Island)   
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   Mack
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