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Roman God of the Woods and Fields


Lips, beard, eyes, hands, hair, chest.

I miss you. 

I miss our marajuana breath.

My first toke,

bedsand,

bamboo sheets.

Hold me when I cry

Kisses make me weak

Now I feel cheap.

Those nights in your bunk-

sweaty blowjobs 

and cottonmouth.

Getting caught in the shower.

Hikes through Africa

We mastered 'the long goodbye.'

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avodicka

I love recycling and making new friends. God willing, I'm going to move to Colorado and study to become an anthropologist. update 12/2017: I moved to Colorado, and I am studying anthropology. I journal about my adventures. Sometimes my ramblings become poems, so I try and post them here.

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