LOVE POEM by Jay Passer
Dec 13, 2025
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there’s a race, a celebration
every time we wake up
still breathing
the sun against the wall
like a curse
on anybody else
but damn, you never looked
hotter
in those Ray Bans
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there’s a race, a celebration
every time we wake up
still breathing
the sun against the wall
like a curse
on anybody else
but damn, you never looked
hotter
in those Ray Bans
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