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Jul 2020
I hate it
The way your hair burns into my image of beauty
Like the stream of lava down the mountain
I will die and old fool before I cease

I hate it
The way you're pretty in a blur
Behind glass is no place for majesty
For my eyes only, I plee on mine knees

I hate it
I shouldn't but I do
I say that I hate it
Because I don't want to love you
I hate it here
Jesse Nakai Hernandez
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Jesse Nakai Hernandez  27/M/Texas
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