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OnwardFlame
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Nov 2017
Triangle
It is always a little strange
To bring it in
And try to fathom it all
Into mere words
And sentences.
It is suddenly quiet now
Nearly reaching that midnight hour
And I have done
As much as I can
For the day
And the night.
It can feel lonesome
And like a ferocious dance
To go at it
So on my own these days.
I remember the little bouquet of flowers
Or the intense pick up and kiss
In my little
And big time
That I've spent in Chicago thus far.
I watched those flowers wilt
I shied away from that pick up and kiss.
I guess thats just how it is
When its so clearly
Not a fit.
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OnwardFlame
Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)
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