A single piece of
toasted toast
fell to the floor,
tumbling, turning,
in an acrobatic
attempt to land
lavishly on the
unjellied underbelly
of the brown
hued face of victory.
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The darkness sweeps
you away
As you lay under the
dim light,
The stars shine above
you.
As you hold the one
you love.
-----
Fire-place crackles
next to the sound
of rushing water--
laughter fills teh air,
arms around waists,
sitting closely.
-----
As the world hums
in an anxious fevor,
riddled with guilty pleasure,
I lay
content,
with no one.
-----
Fake fiends everywhere,
no one in sight,
went home alone,
with ice cream delight.
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Sour.
Sweet.
Gone.
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