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May 2020
We met with our my mask on
Her eyes where the perfect storm
Our voices meshed we connected within
I talked she talked it didn't end

Her eyes my eyes locked on each other
Bold gestures so intimate and yet so subtle
Voice of a Angel so soothing yet raspy
Nuances noted desires they captivated me

Into my world she came hidden yet i see her
Now all I want is to be together
Soon we will disarm after the storm
Our love wont end we had our mask on
Written by
Ty  M
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