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Nov 2019
All this is a transport
All this I can see

Complete and complicated
Trafficking lights a blaze a blazing

Red waters waited #

I show no hope in my gaze
Although your looks do astonish me

Your nails across my thigh... thighbone
Lipstick

I walked farther without you watching
A swagger in my blue cold step
Fresh as it was; washed out and faded

I fall hopeless within myself- I imagine
a lucky arrow passing my life. A moment's momentum captivating this lonely man's heart o glass

BP FALLEN
BP Fallen
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BP Fallen  M/Oregon
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