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Rushes My Heart!The sharpness of missing rushes my heart, and cuts with its gushing and shakes heavy hot! I smile at the people outside of my mask, and go through the motions and talk quite a lot! My heart is on dangle between terror and bliss, so I swing back and forward, missing the dart! The party so happy, filled with laughter so loud gushes my senses and mixes my heart! The missing is merging and clouding the smile, so I blank it out quickly and blink back to bright! I drink to your memory and slip it down slow, and stand in your shadow on this Christmas night! Joy Weare. 24th December, 2005. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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