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Jowlough Oct 2017
You passed me by
With your pupil on the side
Sends shivers down my spine
Like a crime
Whose pleading leads me to vices
In places and all the faces
Your beauty is my basis
Hazes in in your glances
Across the room we fade
And it takes me places
Higher than glaciers
Better than any drugs and laces
Each one of your glances.
Twirling, dances
I surrendered all my cases
All of my history traces
Of all the wisest
And the strongest
The baddest
And the sharpest
The maddest
modest,

Of thorns and roses
Retainers that replaces
Your braces
Pieces
Of fiercest
And finest
Races
You run mazes
Amazes
Teases
Creases
Kisses
Hits and misses.


Tonight, I succumb.

— The End —