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Jan 2014
His eyes; I peer into an abyssal mystery
Of sweet love, but no, not sweet misery

He's an orchid, blooming inside of my heart
She sits and counts. pondering upon
how many days until he'll finally part

Oh love; I'm tangled up in you
Heavily intoxicated
Drunk
On just the very thought of you
© 2014 Christina Jackson
Christina Jackson
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Christina Jackson  29/F/FL, USA
(29/F/FL, USA)   
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