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Alice Mar 2015
Number of times you took my hand: 52.
Number of times we sat in your car: 101.  
Number of times I played your guitar: 6.
Number of times you played mine: 23.  
Number of times I kissed you: 80.
Number of times you kissed me: 93.  
The length between your house and mine: 12 miles.
The length between you and me:  1,148.
Number of times you said I love you: 83.  
Number of times I looked away: 13.  
The amount of ways you tried to back away:  4.  
The number of ways I tried to pull you closer: 5.  
The number of days between your goodbye and my good riddance: 3.  
The number of hours I cried: 6.  
The number of times I tried to run away: 18.  
The number of hours I have stared at my phone, waiting: 48.  
The number of times you have called: None.
Alice Mar 2015
The dynamics of us were made up
Of the sent of your
Home made soap from the Eugene farmers market and the cherry taste of my Chapstick.
When walking home, the smell lingers, but we always turn around to identify the scent at the wrong time and miss each other's face's.
Alice Feb 2015
Oh, the blessings of this earth
Whether the day rains or shines,
Is not each day unique as a being?
While showered in similarities,
Will not each day come only once,
Born to us as one as we are born without the rest?

Oh, the thanksgiving
for such a day as good as this!
Just as we celebrate the goodness found in each person.
Alice Feb 2015
Ah! But the heart is not full when filled with ideas,
That is the mind!
And the heart does not grow cold,
that is your toes when walking through snow!
It does not burn in the sun like your skin,
It glows!
Ah, but the love the heart knows!
Alice Jan 2015
Out of doors, I bathe in sunlight
in the honey glow of afternoon
Unaware that night befuddles
the flawless ere of peace fled soon
with yellowed grass and aching leaves,
beseeched, from up above may fall
and with a careless kick of feet
I scatter fire ants big and small

For while I lay in grass galore
night time at the edges creeps
emerging in my green stupor
to shock my mind from lazy sleep
far out of ease my warmth is knocked
into the cool steady gaze where sheep
alarmed at the stroke of midnight flock
jumping the fence with boundless leaps

While up the front porch stairs I run
and watch the nighttime settle in
while broken leaves fly in the wind
oh, woe for those who rest at sunset
in the hollow heart of darkest sin.
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