“I’m jealous of the trees he hugs not the women whom twirl in his sheets.
Those trees hold secrets of his soul.
For I want to make love to his mind.
Allow the true colors of vibration to ooze on my lips never forgotten.”
I fell in love with the sunset of June 11
Breathe her fresh aroma
Inhaled those extreme colors of the night.
I concealed the bags of emotion below my eyes
How could something be so beautiful
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