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Tuesday, September 25, 2018

MORSELS OF MEMORIES



A wooden elevator
his arm ensuring
she is cushioned

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Tea- one sweet, one bland
She takes the first sip
from both cups
he smiles

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 "Your plate looks 
like a painting!"
She smiled and
wiped his lips.

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He was in the pool
feeling the gentle rain 
on her face
Their hearts were moist

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She looked at the skyline-
"I want to go away from this city"
He wanted to keep coming back
they were looking for each other

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bodies felt so insignificant
when souls merged
all their curves


Sunday, September 16, 2018

Typhoon








the moon they say
affects the waves

The raging sea
a longing lover,maybe

I am the coast
you my typhoon