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Jan 2020
Her is loud, demanding, and driven.
Her is logic and cold.
Her is what she needs to be to survive.
Because her is nothing but survival.

But she,
She is soft, kind, and quiet.
She is of dreams and desires.
Soft kisses on rainy days
And quiet contemplation winter nights.

Unlike her, she moves with the season and the ebb and flow of enegery.
Her only allows she out in the times of midnights without expectations.
Quincy Poitras
Written by
Quincy Poitras  Fort Wayne
(Fort Wayne)   
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