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Mar 2015
Your brown eyes have such depth.
I wonder if I dove into them
how far I'd have to swim
before I didn't know
which way was up.

The abyss of your curls
surround me
pulling me under,
and I hardly struggle;
Just a few ripples,
and nothing like that lady in Jaws
with her ******* screams.

I'll take the proffered tentacle
- allowing you to lead me away
from this place.
Matthew Berkshire
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Matthew Berkshire  Chicago
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