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Feb 2013
My hand lay upon your chest feeling you breathe,
You smell of whiskey and cigarettes,
Whenever you tell me you love me - I believe,
I promise to be there whenever the sun sets

I carry you and set you down on the moist grass,
So jaded yet you sleep like a young child,
Your hands painted red with shattered glass,
But my worries went away when you smiled

Close your glassy eyes and I will protect you,
I will hold you near when the night airs fade,
So precious and yet so vulnerable too,
But when together we are never afraid

I drew you close and silently whispered,
I love with a love that will never be heard.
Matty
Western Wildflower
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Western Wildflower  San Diego
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