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The First Love is the Sweetest
The Chase is on.
Bitter air sears my lungs
as I run-
faster.
the Crunch of snow tires
warn of impending Doom
as the Cutlass looms
closer.
Pictures had been Burned or returned.
No Lessons Learned.
What is it about this brown-eyed girl,
with Curls?
I don’t see the snare,
cloaked in her Cashmere lair.
Wild musk prevails and Overwhelms
my senses.
Her Dark eyes look up at mine
“Just one more night,
Just one more night?”
I might.
Crying Baby on the floor
Fist through doors
I can’t take anymore.