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Aug 2014
The words echo in my mind
                 read a hundred times
                          Over and over
every parallel burdens me.

I was once captivated by your words,
                              the uniqueness in your voice

somberly I feel the despair in pressing
                                         every
                                             word
                                to my lips

I foolishly thought my self a rose,
          but only a daisy
                in a field
                    I am.


                                 Cherishing moments of repetition,
                                    Deliberately restated without hesitation.
A Mink
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A Mink
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