~Shirlyn

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Hey you, there's this sapling of
a cherished wildflower I really
covet because it was the last
picture my grandma implored of
me to see a photograph of us
around those wildflowers before
etching her last breath all over her
bed to give me a safe haven when
I walked at 3ams down the aisle,
tiring myself so I could get sleepy.

June. Juno. And well all the good
things which have turned to you
know, bad. There's a little wildlife
ravaging across my friends' yards.
Not exactly little cause I don't want
you to feel all mighty. You're not
sparing them so of course you won't
spare me. Can you atleast give a life
to that little sapling? It has threads
of fibrin repairing the lesion you had
made way before. Don't burn more.
Please, don't snap that last thread
of fibrin. Let my blood clot. Let my
one last memoir clot over the raw,
wounded void that you had spared
me. My void. The innocence which
clung for life to the last thread.

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"He was easy in a way the other guys could never be.
I would say his name in my mind and close my eyes. The next thing I knew, a poem ready to gain permanence on paper. A memory would pop in and I would start writing without stopping.
He was too good."

"Then the lament took place after years of sonnets. The good thing ended. The winter was over. Whether it were a medley of joy or the literal coldness of attachments, the winter was over."

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Some evenings, I chew snacks
deliberately as to have a sense
of satisfaction and pride that I
ate my food, I munched on few
corn kernels. I keep rewinding
a song every time to hear the
first 0.51 seconds over and over
again. An old guilt resurfaces.
Something threatens but I can't
comprehend it. The soft, guileless
memory I like to relive or the
overwhelm of the long-living guilt.

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Even if we are to part away like a
circle and a tangent, I will kiss you deeply so that the ephemeral kiss, becomes the perpetual muse for the poems which will be written of our tale as star crossed lovers; and comforts the lasting separation and make
us love each other even more.

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You pulled me close to
your chest and we
breathed under the same
sky. Your arm around my
waist so tight and I, laying
my head against your chest,
we existed in a comfortable
silence till the serenity in our
always conceded you and I
to be an us.

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You pull my waist to your
body and hold me close.
My insides do not get warm
and give rise to the cliched
butterflies yet as I breathe
near your neck, everything
about the terrace and us
just becomes illicit like you
and I, like any other in love
running up to the terrace to
entwine in an intimate
embrace and laugh at our
shadows and goofy smiles.

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My 9 word poem //

You holding me to your chest
yet I'm stiff.

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I go up
the terrace tonight.
My shadow's alone.

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Your smile is the wildflower that
becomes the spring of muses
whenever I sit down to write you
a poem and wither day by day
going away from you so to not
enchant the supposed forever
we could have made in happiness.

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