5pm
Even afterI have found and loved another
still
the silent clutch
within my chest.
I am an
amusement,
a silly pair of doe eyes—
but your hair shines
warm red,
beauty,
and I catch myself,
on the
moments of
the first wash
of love—
hold them,
and try
to bring them back.
Poetry by clarity
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Written on 2010-06-20 at 06:24
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