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jaymie b Nov 2013
your eyelashes flutter
against my curved spine
quietly, like snowflakes
jaymie b Nov 2013
quick, shaking movements
the wind whips, once more, over
the crowns of the trees
jaymie b Nov 2013
spidery lines
etch the pages
of the ill-used book
tattered pages
dusty and
rough against
its long forgotten
leather covers
jaymie b Nov 2013
junebugs flit
against skeletal cracked windows
desperate for
the promise of light
jaymie b Nov 2013
rusty linoleum
against your palms
murky water
keeps flowing

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