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Aug 2018
I wore my black *** dress
The suede dress with the cut outs on the side
It’s hits me just right
I wear it whenever I want to
Make a power move.

Every time I think back on you
I see you in sea foam
In blue.

We danced together, you drank beer
Bringing me in close
You said my name like you would miss me deeply.

I lay down four or five times
Send you photos to remind you of what you missing
But I have grown tired of hanging on.

All day the heat and mountains outstretched
High above me
Warn me not to be
Hastey.

My roots grow out long and tan
I kind of like it
And wonder what to do next.

I made a make shift ****
Smoking in my room
Retire to bed
Riding bikes
Green lights
Coffee I adventure

I adventure.
OnwardFlame
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OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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