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Apr 2018
Your blue eyes grounded, wistful
In little moments you remind me of one from before
That longing I felt and feel for him at times
Replaced with your aura
The shape of a bull running towards
The red I wear
You soak me up and kiss me down.

We stand in a crowd of people
I wasn't feeling like talking to strangers
You smile in that sheepish way
Wrapping your hand around my waist
A nervous feeling is not something I feel
When I'm with you
The whole thing is just so easy.

A buttery fine cake
Kissing each other into the escapist love
I can feel growing like a plant.

A flutter of my eyes
I'm back in the canyon
Inking my arm
I'm standing at the edge of a castle
Eating hummus and fruits with my hands
I'm sitting in movie theatres
I'm the one with the empty seat next to me
Next to you I feel
Like maybe I don't have to be always on my own.
OnwardFlame
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OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
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