For MOBJOURNAL by Darrel Chirume
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Reminds me of Helen, Good guys turn a fool around her, A face that sunk a thousand ships, But if love and lust have taught me anything, it's that my sanity and pride have never been mine to keep, Brief love's got mighty highs and deathly steeps, Fluent infatuation As I look up on her face, lion mane goldilocks sun kissed with saturation Medusa before the snakes I've always been one to chase the thrill whatever it takes My heartbeat fails me at the love sounds she makes Have you ever woken up next to a goddess? If this is heaven I think I'm making progress
- Darrel Chirume
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