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Sep 2023
I remember you as that cigarette
-counting all of the ashes
There's a spark between us,
smitten; under the candles in the sky
So whenever I'm in the dark,
looking up to know you're all that's left

I was struck by your eyes, sending strikes
of insecurity into my heart
What a thunderous sound it must of made,
to be falling so hard, falling in love

Till all of the skies fall onto the ground,
crashing down on all us;
I'll be the one with these silly pick-up lines,
whispering in your ear, to try and pick up such a star

                         I hope this time I won't fall out of luck
Odd Odyssey Poet
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Odd Odyssey Poet  25/M/Zimbabwe
(25/M/Zimbabwe)   
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