Friday, September 8, 2017

from p.1 on Wed., 9/6

The dehydrated,
tired camel wearily
shuffles up the
rocky mountain.

At the top--he
sits, and stares,
and sneezes.


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Looking eye to eye,
smiling,
our cheeks filled with blush,
stomachs filled with butterflies.

She looked so beautiful,
laughing, enjoying life.


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Running around,
restrained,
blind.

My heart knows
who I should be loving
but my lover
I can't find.


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The fire blazes,
washing out the cold,
as our group huddles
around the
campfire.

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