fire burning
inside every inch of
my body.
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it's hard to let go
like a flock of birds
flying away
like a river never stopping
but always continuing
no matter what it
may hurt in its path
they're gone
I'm left behind.
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Days spent
creek jumping
out of
chilled water.
Drops trickled down stream.
Summer.
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Smooth glossy
lips pink and
bright, cold spots
stick to the
sweet rose
gloss, snowflakes
melt and drip.
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