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Love Line

Madison M., Medford, NJ By shunflower, Shamong, NJ

My eyes were a
trembling glass
waiting for the tip, tip, timber.

But you held me;
a net in the ocean;
a hand
to lift me from
a sea of legs;
a candle of
everlasting wick
keeping my flame bright.

I let the wind guide me
like a kite
to a child's Saturday string.

Right back to you;
took me
right back to you
every time.

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