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  Jun 2016 The Poetry Peddler
Kara Jean
Trust me
Love me
Fight for me as night touches my life
I won't cry when you die
Not because I couldn't find the passion in yours eyes
Because twilight never sparkled when you cried
Be my savior, accept god never caressed me tenderly
Hold my hand, make my fingers tingly
Treat me like the first girlfriend you seen, turning so red and talking so bashfully
Be my soulmate until the end
Be more then a friend
Be the man I want to love
We blend chaotically  
We sit unstituated perfectly
Not looking to far from constantly
Also not looking so far from lonely
Nothing is never fixated ideally  
7 years of crazy interesting
I'm drunk so excuse the mistakes love
It's poetry that I love
and I am here to peddle
The finest words to be composed
for I shall never settle

I write all day, so many words
sometimes I fall behind
because of all the twirling words
that are stuck within my mind

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