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Aug 2013
Four
The number of seasons in the year
The times when leaves fall
Snow falls
Rain falls
And sunshine beams down once more
This is the best time
When the carnival ensues
When your face shines
When you brush against my arm
A year since the last one inspired by you
Though this time we were alone

Four minutes
No longer
Searching for the others
You commented on my non-veganism
I laughed at how we only saw each other twice
And it broke me a little
My tears I shed for you
Four times

They commented saying they thought we should be together
I laughed it off
Oh I don’t like him
I do like him
He’s sort of attractive
He’s beautiful
He’s dated my friends before
I wouldn’t care
I don’t care
I just want to taste the sweet lips of red wine
Touch his blonde golden locks
Breathe in these long piano fingers
Have him devoted to me
Have him break my heart
Because at least I would know
What it would be like

Yet I’m broken again
She steals his heart
He sits with her
The pictures are taken
She’s had four boys
And four who court her now

I have none

Four years I’d been in love
Four minutes to realize
Four seconds to fall again

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Penelope Hazel Dufresne
Written by
Penelope Hazel Dufresne  London
(London)   
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   karen champagne
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