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Mar 2014
Ice cold grips
locked in a stand still
and I can't see you

Angry tears is all you think of
and that is all you have noticed
but that is not what I've known,
for pain cannot be masked that way.

I have seen you, running,
and you are blinded by the
and that is the scariest thing.

Not for you, or me,
but rather,

Hot touches,
flames consuming quickly,
too quickly to be quenched by
all that you are.

Hidden beauty
and your warm eyes burn silver
it is too easy to melt into your mercury.

What have you found since then?

Just a burning grasp of what could be,
carbon dioxide turned to gold,
but I'm still near.

Never far behind, they say,
but that is the truth,
for you are simply what I have imagined,

one of the best,
unrecognized by your own.
My best friend. I love her dearly. This one is for you, Rosie <3
Naomi Erin
Written by
Naomi Erin  Texas
     Dakota Namidaireaux and Ruby Crow
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