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Nov 2017
I remember the first time I met her
It was like that first breath of air
I’m the middle of a stark winter
Where the security of your lungs is stolen
Quickened glances from strangers
Maddeningly caught in a room together
There wasn’t anything too special honestly
She was as powerful and savage
As most women are
For she didn’t even notice me
As her mind is always on the pursuit
Of happiness and self love
Vinnie Brown
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Vinnie Brown  Iowa
(Iowa)   
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