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. So fresh his face, Nutmeg and ginger Like mine. I made Apologies for being, Being late. He was more than Kind, so mannered Like minded, unwild, Not unpredictable, Like my ex. In the cafe, earthy Smells wafted at me, Hints of loss, of sad Things unsaid, wet Piney black hair. Black hair and blue Unfathomable eyes, Eyes of a lad I miss, A wildness uncaged, Once caging me.
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Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 2:04 AM UTC
Late Lass On A Date
. So fresh his face, Nutmeg and ginger Like mine. I made Apologies for being, Being late. He was more than Kind, so mannered Like minded, unwild, Not unpredictable, Like my ex. In the cafe, earthy Smells wafted at me, Hints of loss, of sad Things unsaid, wet Piney black hair. Black hair and blue Unfathomable eyes, Eyes of a lad I miss, A wildness uncaged, Once caging me.
rainey-birthwright
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Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 2:04 AM UTC
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