Boiling

My blood

Running thick

Winter cold

Causing a

Mudding effect

She walks in

Flying into

My welcoming

Outstretching arms

The moment

Knowing she

Is near

Boiling begins

My blood

Instantly thinning

Thickness leaving

Her effect

Leaving a

Lasting and

Permanent stamp

Upon my

Changing being

RLove

1.21.20

F/Littleton Starbucks

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