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Feb 2012
Do you remember when you were kid,
watching fireworks illuminate the summer's sky?
Flickering and bursting with brilliant light,
they left you shaken and wanting more

As you walked home in the dark,
all you could hear was a chilling ring
and as you closed your eyes,
you could still make out the colored streaks,
because they remained in your eyes,
which mirrored the skies,
where the smoke had once been

I hear the ringing when you leave me
I lay in bed feeling the,
boom, boom, boom,
Every cell I possess is awakening

All that is left to fill my ears,
is the sound that you left within them
All that I can feel,
is the movement which you pushed through me
A smoky grey line becomes your face
and you are with me,

But I do not smell the gun powder
and your scent doesn't cling to my clothing
Which causes me to wonder my dear,
if you were ever really there at all
Liz Devine
Written by
Liz Devine  Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)   
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   jjcsm, JA Doetsch, --- and Bernadette
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