gently love in a reflection

  • Jan. 31, 2014, 7:33 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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