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  October's Child

For-Get-Me-Not





I see you there with your butterscotch-smiles
Cherry red swirls make up my window view
Nevertheless, bottled notes and endless miles,
Find only aromatic apples on hand-me-down blue


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I hear echoes as I sweep beyond the negativity
Ah, it is only I beneath this bed of stone
Upon my finger, you placed your objectivity
As I slept beneath the storms,  forever alone


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Hand scooped words filled time muted air
Air that sponged every color of my mind
It was half past yesterday and you were there
I listened with my eyes knowing love was blind



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It's another tomorrow but my dreams are blood shot
I watch as birds fly against gunmetal skies
Bare feet, worn stairs, a wilted for-get- me- not
Ivy halled dreams kissing midnight sighs

Oubliez-moi Non


1-12-2013


  







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