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Thursday, January 26, 2012


Vague as fog , yet clear like quartz
Like promises built on glass floors glistening before they shatter
Unpredictable tides bringing seashells home and
of Summer to December. You wake me up with
the sound of your heartbeat against mine ,
like the fluttering of the butterfly
as it lands it's silken wings against my lips.

Like an ocean that refuses
to stop kissing the shore, no matter
how many times it is sent away.
Gentle as a doe yet you pain me more
than a million deaths may bore.








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