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Apr 2019
Zoe
She's whatever I want her to be,
A little part in you and me.

She haunts my dreams with autumn hair,
She's always red, she's always there.

She calls with leaves falling off her skin,
The needles of pines and light from within.

She walks through fog and brings the sun,
The ink of prayers, the air of my lungs.

She's whatever She wants to be,
She is me
She is me
She is me...
Ok......
Chris
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Chris  24/M
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