All I Need

March 11, 2016

She's like a paragraph with no period,

continuously defining herself with

stupefying words.

I stepped out of sight and reflect on her flow

Which brought us close

Rdefining our moment that'll show my

presence.

Swaying in the wind I sometime forget we're

in fall.

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