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In my head are many things that don't have to make sense to you. Isn't that great?

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Maybe next tine I learn how to keep you
Instead of light through the fence post 
I'll have you in my room, bright and undiminishing 
The stardust i've captured tiny and priceless 
glinting moments of almost
a fluttering kiss, a feeling
Small sparks, 
what did i miss?
I can't keep my fire alive 

Posted by MissLindsay at 9:35 PM
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