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May 21
I wrote your eyes
into every poem.
Dreamt of the two every time
I got a moment alone.
I placed you up high,
on the highest of thrones.
I dreamt of your hands
calling mine home.

My eyes saw you as rare
Like the freshest of air,
the kind you feel by the sea.
Warm like a blanket,
smells like coconut,
feels like living in a dream.

With skin so golden,
your touch was unspoken
And I’ll never forget the way i felt.
Like I finally belonged,
in your Latin songs,
That said you wanted me yours.
I fell to my knees,
In you I believed,
I was your American *****.
Written by
T  31/F
(31/F)   
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     Arthur Vaso and rick
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