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Dec 2013
i don't know how else
to describe
the feeling
when i permit my thoughts
to dwell on you

you are an
utter mystery and terror
through my mind

how much
is written on my face?
in my voice?
i fear the extent
of my foolishness
has yet to be revealed

and i feel like
i could follow you
  up a mountain
without uttering a word of distress
   though my body
be racked with exhaustion
   and terror of failure
       loomed great above me
who would complain
to be in step
with a creature like you?

i don't know
what this is
i'm afraid i know
what this is

and i cannot tell
if my feet are firm upon the ground

all i know
is perpetual summer
in your arms
a m a n d a
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a m a n d a  42/F
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