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Danielle Luongo Mar 2010
I am a frivilous liar.
They fall from my lips,
buttons from a blouse,
sprinkles from your birthday cake.
Danielle Luongo Mar 2010
I clung to your bed sheets
sinking claws into claws,
filling voids with piercing words.
Tacky white glue
always dries on permanent.
Forgotten paper hearts
tear so well.
Danielle Luongo Mar 2010
The past has such heavy weight
like sunken ships
and ancient cement barricades,
so permanent
even in their irrelevancy.
Danielle Luongo Mar 2010
How we bloom
and who we become,
we rise from our bones,
and grow like bulbs.
We are products of each other,
beautiful vines
intertwined.

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