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Dec 2012
When you talk to me
I can only smile
Your voice, it gives me chills.

But for every word
That your mouth forms
My mind receives scrabble pieces
Shaken in a bottle.

You laugh and shine
Like summer time.
But I can only smile

Your meaning evades me,
But I adore you so.
For now I'll watch you.

Lift my heart up,
And send me more riddles
As I try to decode
This message in a bottle.
The amateur poet
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The amateur poet  Wantage, NJ
(Wantage, NJ)   
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