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Mar 2018
The color of my iris
The apple of my eye is
Lying beneath eyelids
Time is flying by and I'm in
The midst of two wrists, two slits
Eyes open hoping we can do this
Love awakened by her two lips
Smell the roses poking out of tulips
Whispers are red, kisses are blue
Give me a purple heart and I'll stay true to you
A stack of poems for someone who, as it turns out, doesn't want them. Such is life.
Lemonhead
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Lemonhead  23/M/Lincoln, Nebraska
(23/M/Lincoln, Nebraska)   
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