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Apr 2018
Your name repeated as if I were young
Forever remains on the tip of my tongue
Enthralled by Raven hair and lace
Your crimson lips make my heart race
Your eyes consume
As a great and crashing typhoon
A glance and I'm gone
Drug underneath the waves,
And lost forever in the tide.
I embrace the pull
I am home
And I am free
I wrote this for someone on a napkin and I was going to put it under her coffee cup one morning to find. But, never did and now it's too late for such foolish endeavors. She was my inspiration, but now because of my failure I could spill a thousand words on my broken heart.
Cory
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Cory  31/M/Chicago
(31/M/Chicago)   
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