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Sep 2014
Here's to the rain against the window,
too early for the sun.
To the quiet stirring of my new friend, and the poetic genius on the wood floor.
Here's to being held by half a man, for the first time.
To taking in the smell,
and the warmth of a stranger.
Here's to becoming something bigger than you,
To the new feeling of eyes on you as you sleep.
Emery Jones
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Emery Jones
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