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Apr 2021
I really love the smell of your skin
And how your voice reminds me of soft rain fall
Your warmth feels like a wildfire that burns to trail across me
A fire so bright it smothers out every ghostly shadow that reeks of jealousy

I no longer contain a flame like yours
I've turned into a cool river of blues and greens
Meanwhile your lovely peachy orange and sunflower yellows pair with mine
I lap upon moss infested rocks and I nourish flowers that bloom into beautiful beds against the soft shore line
You make life grow while I incubate it
You are the sun that basks natures seedlings
We are so different yet we come together so sweetly like bees and honey

And when you lay your head down for the moon to rise
My river slows down to a hold
The fish cry for you every cold bitter hour
The flowers wilt without you
And tears stream down my face waiting for your warmth to dry them for me
Kota
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Kota  21/F/Usa
(21/F/Usa)   
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