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Days are great as they come and go,

ice on the wind , 

oh..

She

Blow’s that heat up into my spine, and fists get to curling, I can’t lie..

I liked the way her body curved,

but the verbs she spit really threw me for a blip, talkin freedom and ish,

confused sentences remembered, as failed miseries meet their genesis in hope…

and she disappeared on a cosmic adventure to smile for a while,

I think.

-AmaRose