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you brushed against
my life, the way
dirt enters a wound

no one asks
for pain, and yet
it takes the responsibility
of answering
all our questions.

no airplane
could have matched our
momentum, running
in opposite directions
as if the only
accidents occured
in collision

across the room, you
caught my eye and
I reached instinctively
for a scar

leftover from
the fall. how fortunate
it is that in two weeks
we will grow
into the throes of summer.
this is an old story.

-
NaPo #27
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kallia-goldenwings Featured By Owner Apr 30, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
Oh my god that was just so beautiful.
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mySeity Featured By Owner Apr 30, 2009
thanks :) glad you found it so.
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Fledgist Featured By Owner Apr 30, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
I like the opening metaphor. It's nastily effective.
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mySeity Featured By Owner Apr 30, 2009
why thank you.
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