Children’s chalk red, blue
Rain falls down fast washing the
Colors, shapes away
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Between two sidewalks
green sprouts up strong, alive in
the concrete waste land
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His lips, velvet covered granite, silence my weak excuses quickly.
The soft clean scent of him remains even after long days have gone by.
His copper fleck’d gaze burns as I sit across the bar missing his kiss.
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His breath smelled sour, sweet, like pine, like childhood camps and Christmas fires.
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I snap her scratching pencil, ahh, now I can finally read in peace.
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License and registration please the handsome officer asks me now.
Final project
14 years ago
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