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Apr 2018
some people are "walking-poems-to-be-written"
( and I guess by some people I mean her )
with flowers and honey inked into each arm
and a voice that leaves angels smitten
though her intentions are a blur
the sweetest face, I know it could harm

scribbled notes on a coffee shop counter
that leave you wandering
for rhymes and letters that surround her
I lost her number in the laundry
and I couldn't fathom that I found her
I lost her number in the laundry
and it's probably a really good happening
that it was our only encounter
Sag
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   M and julie
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