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Dec 2016
I keep thinking one day
I will be able to muster up the words
I love you
and say them
directly, to your real face

but until then
this photograph
will have to do
in your presence
I stammer and stumble
over the simplest of phrases
leaving my feelings looking like
a drunken cad
walking down the street
with my words
staggering at my feet
unable to be put
one in front of the other
& finally me
ending with my heart
passed out at your doorstep
cause my sense of sobriety
always fails me
around you.
Dara Brown
Written by
Dara Brown  Houston, TX
(Houston, TX)   
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