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Jan 2014
I woke to the sound of a drum
Synchronized to my pulse
And its attempt to escape my frontal lobe

I drug my sleeping body to the living room
I watched this girl drum a song I'd never heard before
Beauty radiated from her smile
Chaos resonated from her drum

We moved to the kitchen
I must have said I love you 133 times
While I hand fed her tiny bites of fruit

She stared at me like art in a museum
I wondered what she thought

*Then her mother woke up and told me to make her a bottle
Written by
Chris Brannick  Oklahoma
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