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Aug 2017
The amber potion may make me numb.
The sticky leaves may make me dumb.
But the sunsets never go astray.
Here for me lest everyday.
As if they'd nothing else to do.
But remind me every night of you.
This is my attempt at being sweet. How'd I do?
Written by
Jamison Bell
220
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