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Location: St. Vincent & Grenadines

You were driving home in the dark on one glass-slippered heel, window sliced open and bathing in the snowliquor of the night air. We heard you singing, and couldn't bear to wake you.

01 March 1990

I love

I love the way your eyes
are bright, ligther than the moon
I love the way you are
I love the way when the
wind blows throw your
hair it looks like the
waves of the ocean
I love how you speak sounds
like the wonderful music
of a harp
All I love from you is your
way of being
What I'm trying to get
at is I want your love.

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