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The sky was in her
       eyes - blue with
clouds floating in her smile.
Her voice rushed
       of pines
in a breeze, her hair told of green meadows
  in the spring;
she scented of northern lights...

     And I knew I had met a wildflower.
To all those precious wildflowers out there.
 Dec 2018 Joseph Miller
Jen
Do you ever
Journey to
The Ever Glow?
It’s a mist
Covered
Jungle,
With just
Enough
Fleeting
Daylight
To find
The path
Leading
To
Anywhere.
unspoken words
are black smoke
spreading slowly through your body,
filling up every inch of you
until it’s hard to breathe.
it looks for a way out,
and when it doesn’t find one,
it seeps, stains,
and destroys
everything inside of you,
bit by bit
until you are reduced to ashes.
 Nov 2018 Joseph Miller
Elizabeth
i spent
so much time
falling in love with every imperfection
letting each grow like beautiful vines
you spent
so much time
picking, pulling and tugging
until everything was destroyed
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