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Jun 2018
She smelled of roses and rumors.
I found her in the grass among snakes.

Her soul was made of matches and,
she knows my love of playing with fire.

How can a woman of such passion
find solace in my worn down abode.

I have yet to find that answer,
hoping one day she will call my heart home.

[DK]
Dagen Kipling
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Dagen Kipling  21/M/Las Vegas
(21/M/Las Vegas)   
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