18 September 2010

Posted on September 18, 2010

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Perfect jewels staring straight at me,
past my skin and into my arteries to find all
the things I hide,
carry.

It’s all about the cinnamon left at the bottom of the mug
and if I can look you in the eye when it’s quiet.

The wind smelled of Halloween
and sometimes I can feel you in the hallways when I walk through the mall.

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