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If I met her today would I be ready? Would we walk past that fence chain-linked where I first saw her checkerboard shadows on her face? Would we go to the cornfields and play hide-and-go-seek chirping like lab rats? Would she rub her nose against mine and kiss me, feeling my stubble sharp like quills on a hedgehog? Would she hug me at a funeral church bells swaying slowly like a Foucault pendulum? Would I rub her back, listening the river in her voice sighing, "My personal therapy man" Would I whisper of her beauty holding her as I feel her life pulsing like a symphony orchestra? Have I imagined it? Does she even exist? Would we even be possible?
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Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC
When I See Her
If I met her today would I be ready? Would we walk past that fence chain-linked where I first saw her checkerboard shadows on her face? Would we go to the cornfields and play hide-and-go-seek chirping like lab rats? Would she rub her nose against mine and kiss me, feeling my stubble sharp like quills on a hedgehog? Would she hug me at a funeral church bells swaying slowly like a Foucault pendulum? Would I rub her back, listening the river in her voice sighing, "My personal therapy man" Would I whisper of her beauty holding her as I feel her life pulsing like a symphony orchestra? Have I imagined it? Does she even exist? Would we even be possible?
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Milwaukee
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC
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