gently love in a reflection
- Jan. 31, 2014, 1:33 a.m.
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shes soft and strong and she intoxicates me
in the way her eyes seek me out and in the way her voice
calls for me
i hear her in a crowd and in
silence
and i inhale her like the drug she is
and when i open my eyes i see all those colours she gives
whether she stays a day or a season, she has left her
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woman in the moon ⋅ January 31, 2014
some things stay the same