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May 2017
Her sapphire eyes reflect the ocean to the moon.
She causes the tide to bring me to see her beauty.
And when I get there I sit and stare, prepared for what she'd tell me.
She bats an eye and starts to cry and holds me near her soul.
I follow her luring line and quiver in her hold.
She lets me go upon the ground and starts to walk away.
I know I'd never get that high with her another day.
Her pedestal is taller than my stump.
Emmennarr
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Emmennarr  20/M/California
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