Wednesday, September 13, 2017

from p.1 on Mon., Sept. 11th

The music flooded
though my veins
as flashes of
neon absorbed
my vision.

Sounds of years ago
filled my heart
with content that
the night was all it
should be.


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Teenage love
you know it will break.

But for now we
are spiraling roses
blooming,
expanding,

yet fragile to the touch.


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family friend
spawns into a
new level of
life.
Leaving behind
a sorrowful
lost family
back on level
1.


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We only had a little
time, a little joy,
a little love, but it
was so needed and
in a way it made
my day.

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