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Sep 2013
You rest in the master bedroom of my heart,
And I trust you enough that you don’t have to knock.
Sometimes we have picnics on the balcony of my veins,
Just to watch the blood pulsate by.

Last night we took a walk to my brain,
To see what memories we could vanquish,
I seemed to never recall any bad things with you,
You always shined like glistening eyes.

Tomorrow let’s ride down to my fingers,
Just to touch you one last time.
To electrify every sense of being in my body,
A rush of blood to the head.

Next time we'll travel with my feet,
Walk for days,
To thank them personally,
For bringing me closer to you.
Melissa Nye
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Melissa Nye  London
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