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Aug 2014
October hazel eyes,
that held a fire burning,
that leaves my fierce
soul for nothing but
the yearning,
for a fellow Scorpion,
that I have no problem
being infected
with his magnetic poison.
I am the dark,
illuminating Moon,
to your fiery raging Sun.
A chaotic harmony
that only the Gods could
have chosen to be One.
T Thomas
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T Thomas  NC
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