July's Fire
It's hotter than July
Even thou officially
It's November and just think
In just a few days it shall be the Winter of December
Although it doesnt matter because,
Whenever you are around
There are so many things
I cant quite remember
You bring an aviance
which somehow just seems to really linger
So, whether it's September,
October or
just simply sweet November
The ambiance
Our chemistry
When we are together
Is as powerful weapon and then someone
Pulls the trigger
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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