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Dec 2013
That mess in the booth next to mine
The one with the perfect smile and
puzzled eyes
Eyes drooping
Hanging like oranges on a tree
And fat bats
Swaying in the darkness
Laughing at an open sky
I'd **** to wake up next to that disaster
To be transfixed by her essence
JC Moyao
Written by
JC Moyao  Atlanta
(Atlanta)   
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