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[21 Nov 2011|10:50pm] |
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[20 Nov 2011|05:58pm] |
 noelle hughes
I remember the first time I met you. It was nine in the afternoon, and like a burst of sunlight, the moon fell in love with the sun. Now that things are shaping up to be pretty odd, I just want you to remember the days we ate sugar cane in the easy morning. Now, allow me to exaggerate a memory or two, but I’m pretty sure we were deeply and most definitely in love. You were steam, laughing on the window pane, and I was that never ending swaying haze. And while the men all played along to marching drums, you left me behind the sea. Now I’m brokenhearted, and forgetting you in a cabaret won’t help. I wish you would come back to me, because when I look in your eyes, I just see the skies. Even if you don’t love me, and are just passing the time, it won’t matter. My tripping eyes need your flooded lungs like birds are hollow words. I will always love you, sheepish wolf. |
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