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Looking in the mirror...
Her long eyelashes flutter
As she made up
And tinted her lips, magenta

She slipped her feet into stilettos
And showed up amidst loud lights and heavy beats
In a skin tight maroon dress
Turning heads with her little catwalk

She danced with poison
And kissed strangers
Twirled around in intoxication
Laid down with danger

Looking in the mirror...*
Her long eyelashes flutter
As tears rolled down her freckled cheeks
Her face an utter mess
Body stripped off all covers
And his loving words...
Stuck
Inside her head
...on the wall,
when will the broken,
rise from their fall?
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I believe
             that you believe
                                        that you believe
                       that they believe
                                                   what you believe
                                                         ­       and you believe
                                                  what he believes
                                                        ­                     and he believes
                                                        ­                                   what she believes
                                                        ­        and she believes
                                 what they believe
          so she believes
           what she believes
             and he believes
              what she believes
                 and they believe
                    what he believes
                                                        ­                                      and I can't believe I got a 113 bowling last night.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
That hug...
And that...
...kiss

The images in the head
Flashing by rapidly, repetitively
Now it's all confused

They find their way into dreamland
My most precious memories
And I felt it..

That hug...
And that...
...kiss
(III)
 Apr 2017 stank man
Idiosyncrasy
I shut the world out
*Before you became my world.
Okay again. Sorry. (+1)
17/30
 Apr 2017 stank man
Idiosyncrasy
Even before I knew
What you really are to me
A friend, a bestfriend, a lover
I knew you are someone
I wouldn't want to leave

So hold my hand
I won't let go.
Thanks. Fear.
19/30
I hope you know how your words keep me awake at night. How your eyes can drown me more than the ocean. How your smile make the whole room brighter. How your laughter is more beautiful than my favorite   love song.
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