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Sep 2014
Her eyes will **** you
like a futuristic sound

I'm warning you
she will spin you around
and you, much like Troy
will fall to the ground

Your legs may be strong
but knees become weak
with her poison

Control is lost
Off the ground
One last look
I Love You now.
Play future sounds in the background or have live music. Think of the ones you love and sip a hot drink when preforming this poem live. Sweater and Scarf; seasonal.
Eye Rate the Artist
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Eye Rate the Artist  25/Genderqueer/Colorado
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