Steaming gold

Steaming gold

A Poem by Blake Martin
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The great what

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I want to go to the fields of November
And get away from the walls of December
I want to get back to the warmth I remember

When you walk in my blood turns to warm honey
When you sing you rip my heart out so the world can see
Steaming gold

© 2014 Blake Martin


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Added on April 24, 2014
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Blake Martin
Blake Martin

Florence, AL



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