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Jun 2017
You have the presence of a twirling gun in the wrong hands,
a way of drawing the eyes of everyone in the room without having to say a single word.
I couldn't decide if you were my worst nightmare or
my screaming salvation.
The thing is,
I had never felt more alive until joy and a trigger were mere inches from one another.
I wrote this in 2006 after meeting my soon to be husband for the first time.
Summer Edmonds
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Summer Edmonds  30/F/Kentucky
(30/F/Kentucky)   
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