Absence.

Your absence

Wraps

Its icy fingers

Around my soul,

Squeezing

The poetry

Out of me.

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-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

P.S. Sorry for disappearing. I have too many exams. *sigh* You know how it is, right? 

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Alive.

Your laughter

Presses against me

And bubbles

Out of

My mouth

And,

I marvel

At how much

You taste

Like my

Poetry

Come alive.

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-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

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