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Apr 2019
We bare each other's brunt
and weight.
Was this our hormones
or a game of fate?
The moon a ****** on
our heated moment.
For that passing passion,
we were the prey in
each others hunt.
Familiar through the night,
but strangers at the
break of day.
Gregory Paul Dancer
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Gregory Paul Dancer
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