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 Mar 2013 Saumya
Tiffany Bourlet
Memory swirling me,
cold golden opticals,
forcing a dagger.
Dissappearing heart syndrome.
Taking over all that's left.
Mingling in a corner of empty,
Holding the hand of uncertainty,
Butterflies die and fall into my stomach,
Normal and i were never friends.
And im still swimming through a memory,
Cold bumps on my skin...
Wearing thin.
merrily the birds chirped
at the dawn of day
their songs of happiness
drifted in the wind's splay
out on the porch
at first light
listening to them
brings one much delight
their choral sounds
fill the air
with a tune
ever so fair
they make one's heart
lift and sing
as they impart
their cheering chirping
let's feast on the fruits of love
our glistening bodies in a rhapsodic concert
we'll share of a nectar divine
as our bodies combine
in an ardor sublime
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