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Dec 2013
The stuff of bliss
keep it
in your breast.

The stuff that makes you thunder with laughter
when you fall or dampen or **** or burp;
the stuff that makes you spread your lips
when they kiss you;
the stuff that makes your priorities
surround sneaking out to see the moon
or desiring to blister in the sun just to have a touch of another land;
the magic that means you don't take life
seriously at all;
that makes you cry, laugh and scream with anger.

keep the magic that makes you express
pound against your ribs, under your breast.
until it dies with you.
Written by
katie  Scotland
(Scotland)   
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