xxviii. when we met

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she is effortless
like the raging tides on a september night
like boundless skies and endless flight

she is exquisite
like a muted myriad of wood and leather
like soft whispers and touches like feather

she is enticing
like the temptations of curves and silk
like eyes of sapphires and skin like milk

she is everything
like a song stuck in your mind
like the tears that fall and the words that are sung
when she is hard to find

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y'all i watched jab we met yesterday and got some instant inspo for poems

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