Sipping tea
seemed good to me
below powdered spires
brewed dreams and desires.
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sleep: less than ideal
balloon animals: just the right amount
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Is it love to continue
after you no longer
feel for them?
For their tired longing
still burns and you
can not stand to
see that fire drenched
by wet snow. Do you
love them if you cannot
stand to see them lose that
joy in their eyes?
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The fish
looked like it
was caught in
her eyelashes.
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I want to twist
your necklace around
my fingers.
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Oh God, I slipped.
Ouch.
Why be so icy?
"No more ice,"
I yell.
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