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Apr 2018
at one time
it was a simple
silly thing.

at one time
it was the oxygen
in my lungs.

at one time
it was the pulse
swimming
through my veins.

stretching
sleepy hands
down your waking spine.

squeezing
pretty skin
deeply into my own.

braiding
quiet bones
from head
to smallest toe.

wrapping
beautiful bows
with legs
around bare hips.

reaching
for that familiar hand
until
it's out of sight.

at one time
i never thought
it could
be lost.

at one time
i was numb
to the cravings
it quickly gave.

at one time
i didn't know
that i
could feel
a ghost.
MJ
Written by
MJ  Seattle
(Seattle)   
79
   life's jump
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