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Jan 2014
The night we met.
Told myself not to hope.
Easy flow and mellow
As the flow slowly goes.

Found myself lost in clarity
What clarity is I don't know
Unsure I am that surreal
What is real make it reel

Told myself go easy
Easy not but hard it was
Walk and talk you home
Hold you close and so.

Don't let go and tell me so
See you soon and I will
Kiss Me that night least I expect
Push me away you might

Ping you thrice
Ping me once
Now I know
A case of you.
Aaron Adlow
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Aaron Adlow  Nomad
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