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Kinsey Peterson

You’re a poet and you know it.

Your words just never miss.

You speak of Sicily and gardens,

And of people that you’ve kissed.

 

You say I can’t annoy you, 

But that my situations can.

I think that’s what love feels like

You’re a very gentle man.

 

I’m the happiest I’ve ever been

And you're the one to blame

I’m scared that when you leave me

I’ll never be the same.



  • Author: Kinsey Peterson (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 18th, 2022 13:30
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