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Jan 2014
As the trees cascade their shadow,
And the day comes to a close,
You and I take up our standard poise.

We huddle together under blankets so tight,
As if this wind would not get through,
Our fort of love for two.

The leaves swirl around us,
As  you cuddle into me,
Although I know its a traitor you truly see.

Deep inside I know I have done wrong,
Yet you forgive once more,
With a heart that I terribly tore.

The demons inside cannot stifle,
As hard as I try I cannot pause,
Once again its your heart that is sawed.

Yet like a lion on the hunt,
Nothing will stop me from the game,
And I know I am the only one to blame.

So here I say tomorrow I will change,
Even though  we all know it will be the same,
So I kiss your head as you comb my mane.
Becca
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