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Aug 2014
Ironic how the only thing to sober me up is the intoxication tasted from your mouth.
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Funny how all of the words I wished to say aloud spew from my mind onto this paper, but when you look at me, I'm speechless.
If I had it my way, the tears fallen from my eyes would become an ocean used to carry you back to me..
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the boat that carried you would drown you in memories reminding you why we fell in love in the first place..
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though we haven't spoken in almost a year, it would be as if nothing else mattered but us as I greet you at the shore..
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somehow, this time as I reach for your hand, you will hold it tighter instead rejecting it like last time..
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unbelievably, as you utter those three beautiful words from your once beautiful mouth, I will understand that you have loved me all along.
Jazmine Moore
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Jazmine Moore  Louisville, KY
(Louisville, KY)   
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   Dawn Campbell
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