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Jul 9
I gave you keys to places others only dreamed of being.

Or at the very least you earned them
and I'll never change the locks

You gave me talents and material few ever awaken to use.

I stopped time just to hear you as clearly, as I saw you. Only to realize staring at you was the equivalent of standing in front of a mirror.

Wisdom, you're a pain in the ***,
We have unwrapped eachother to the fullest to know one another in the most intimate of ways.

Each moment filled with the anticipation of a child on Christmas morning to open his presents.

But like Christmas day it ends faster then it took to get here.

Here I am waiting like a brand new presentΒ for someone to dare to unwrap me.
Jason
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Jason  M
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