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like a cold front
on the precipice of spring,
the flowers curling
back into themselves
like a cd scratched,
stalling and skipping
right before
the climactic solo
like a voice lost
in its prime,
cords dried,
silenced forever
you were just another
beautiful thing,
cut off too soon.
2 comments:
Always love your words,they dance beautifully in lines..
And for me, they never be cut off..
xo
Always love your words,they dance beautifully in lines..
And for me, they never be cut off..
xo
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