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My shooting star…..
I wished for the moment my love wouldn’t go in vien
Blood rushing through veins that never felt the rush
Or the push
As I can feel the rush of Venus push through me…
Dear cupid.. let her know my hesitation is only the stupidity of my nerves
Sometimes my mind thinks the words but my brain can’t act out the verbs
Kinda like a warm wind in December
The Birds don’t know weather to go south
Or soar

Jay G