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Oct 2017
The essence of her nature is enchanting,
for her to laugh till the tears come is as adorable as Ryan Gosling.
  
The image of her face is not plain,
for her stardust freckles are as endearing as the smell of after rain.

The thought of looking away is unthinkable,
for her hazel eyes are as alluring as visible cash to a habitual criminal.

So let’s slow dance alone in this crowded kitchen tonight,
for tomorrow drifters like us might be gone by dawn light.
Samuel H
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Samuel H  122/M/California
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