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Sep 2013
My friends tell me you're all I speak of
How could I not
You have a natural beauty about you
Iradiant of something I cannot lay words on
An auroa is the closest word I can touch
I gravitate towards you since we met
Everytime in the same room
It seems we find each other
To this connection we share
Such ease of communication
It seems a constant debate but this is what I love
The ever swinging pros and cons of conversation
That sly smile
Those blue green eyes break down these dishonest walls Ive built
It coaxes an honesty from me no one but you has seen
How could I be untruthful with such truth in beauty sitting across from me.
Trevor Coon
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Trevor Coon  Lost in Ohio
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