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Jul 2017
Eyes the color of grass
Hair like fire
She was perfection lying next to me
melting me slow
Wax dripping down a the candle stick
One sweet kissed night
We burning as one
Bright and hot
Air feeding one another

Warm embers woke with the sun rise
Wrapped into  one
Our fire still burns
Just from two cities now.
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