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Untitled #18
by
Aaron L. White
trigger my thoughts like a shotgun -
BANG!
when it comes
too late to escape
then cold, so cold,
and dead like winter
with a still beating heart
infuse the mundane with my unseen
tie-dyed memories,
and let me have my rapture
but winter turns to spring
there i create sunshine daydreams
of her dancing on forget-me-not petals
and reminding me
she'll never disappear
and i'm calling out to a new love
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