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Jul 2013
So silly of me
I am putting on a good front
numb, drowning in the sea
a lullaby and a wish good night

Lying on the bed listening to slow murmurs
watching the wind blow through the old tree
hear the howling, banging on the tin roof

Cold winter afternoon
hiding in disguise
mind in a daze
pleasantly my demise

relish the sweet sound
the creaking of a door, somewhere in another room
soft foot steps on floor in the moon-lit room
A melody I hum
a song from me to you

a solo dance with no audience
the sense of content from being alone
a smile that no once sees
a secret whispered to the empty house

The sight of dandelions
spin me in the past
picking flowers for my mother, on a hot summer's day
screaming, crying, scratching from the hives
it was worth it just to see her smile for a while

Accidentally impinge a memory
seeing an old face on stranger
the smallest though so valuable
sending me into trance

So silly of me
I am putting on a good front
numb, drowning in the sea
a lullaby and a wish good night
Nebraska Sinclair
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Nebraska Sinclair  26/F
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