Wednesday, November 1, 2017

from p.1 on Mon., 10/30

I bite into the
sweetness of a
summer carrot.

Tears streaming
down face.

I remember how
instead of the
summer hugs, I
got the winter goodbyes.


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Arms wrapped in eachother.

You are the cement
holding me together.

The sun erupting
in the East
could not burn brighter
than us.


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Shrimp and
sparkling juice.

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