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Aug 2019
She had more flavor than the best chef
And had more dreams than a narcoleptic
Her curves had the planets going yes
Her raw beauty had their veryΒ Β own statistics
Her lips emitted nectar so drink of it I must
Some people thirst for water but I thirsted for her touch
And just like  deserts inhale every last drop of the rain
I knew after I met her I would never be the same
Junior McIntyre
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Junior McIntyre
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