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Sep 2013
sky soaked curls
peek out from his green hood
wildcat eyes, animated
occupied
electrified me
tall and lean
i saw him for the first time
the sky smelled of ozone
there he was
dancing in the rain, stomping to the beat
cold, wet bedrock beneath his feet
while so many others wait
for its passing
but he was
embracing the storm
harnessing its energy as he
walked in my direction
walked into my life
without even batting an eye
extended your hand
we exchanged our names
i wasn't under the impression things
would never be the same
Lola Lucille
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Lola Lucille
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