Tag: core memories
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The Woman in the Mirror
A woman in the mirror A man in the clouds A silent ballet, a circus with clowns She’s tired and honest She’s bargaining with herself He’s away and sane He’s working on himself The woman in the mirror Loves the man in the clouds too much -emc
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Breakfast
Drought, in the shape of new sadness and chapped lips lost in green eyes. Wave by wave, a garden grew green vanquished me a new love to be seen Storms, hurricanes mud so thick flowers drowned, seeds washed away. Desolate, nothingness agony without you agony with you to understand it is to feel it Devour…
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Core Memories
The wine is so heavy, your picture in my mind a memory. Do you still think of me? On top of the parking garage that windy fall afternoon when the sky was pink? I still remember your black mustang the way you held my thigh. The lake air breeze, my favorite song on the radio.…
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