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Thank you for reading *Andrea Pike*
I've slumbered in New York,
nestled within a hammock...
upon sweaty fingers...
I haven't written
about the red van...
Ivy gazing, as starlight guides
encircling beauty of webbed design...
How do I say goodbye to the eyes of beauty?
To touch a person's life...
My heart is for giving
but my soul dies if I dont feed it first.