finally sleeping..sleeping to dreama speckled trail that ends at a seam...
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...vivid... |
laughter...music...ear to ear
his smile a lasting souvenir...
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...stays... |
a tender touch on the arch of my foot
being told i'm very good...
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...rewards... |
cold wit beer coating my tongue
feeling as though i'll always be young...
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...pleasing... |
promises that will be kept
beaches wind and water swept...
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...home... |
shining lights from a far off pier
descriptive words that make me feel near....
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..where's that backpack stashed again...? |
gifts of secrets adoringly laid
delicious plans patiently made....
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..and kisses... |
waiting, and wanting, waiting some more
looking and thinking in a top left drawer...
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..patience... |
learning and growing to learn again
lessons from an intriguing man....
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..with yin and yang hands... | |
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Emily,
ReplyDeleteYou appear to be in a good place.
Cheers,
joey
Emily, you will always be young!
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