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 Jul 2014 Sean C Johnson
brooke
back then he would
tell me that he was
born with a specific
purpose, made for
one reason, with a
smile, with a water
color painting,

*just to love you,
brooke.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014.

I wonder.
Drag me down to the bottom of my glass
And let the burn of the whisky make everything I say
True

Drag me down to the sleeves of my sweater
And let them filter my words
Beautiful

Drag me down to the soles of my shoes
And let the steps I take towards you forever be
Worthy

Drag me down to the curl of my lips
And let my harmless smirks stay
Humble

Drag me down into your heart
And let my roots remain
Forever
 Jul 2014 Sean C Johnson
brooke
out in the
pasture I
keep my
wool and
graze in
the tall
grass
discontent
with the paths
that make no
sense, please,
find

me.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
 Jul 2014 Sean C Johnson
brooke
on

old oaken tables I'll love
you in dark roast coffee
and steamed milk with
honey, against quilted
beds early morning in
the loft, when the sheets
are loud and the floorboards
aren't awake, when the windows
are dewy, we won't speak about
our mistakes.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
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