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Bric-a-Brac
Read more: Bric-a-BracAt midnight A flower blooms Petals lifting To the moon Like a bird Who sings her song Sweetly, swiftly For too long Too long, for She’s out of breath A kiss held fast ‘Til her love’s spent She is me And me is I And my eye sees me Left behind A heart not found…
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All that Saves
Read more: All that SavesPublished in The Swallow’s Nest Anthology A warm wind blows Her warm-blonde hair Waving, washing If you dare A day that washes Over me A pale black night A memory A scent that makes it All come back A warmth that crushes Tit-for-tat A surge that brushes ’Gainst her mind That rushes through The sands…
