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most often an illusion
from a cereal box
or a blow fish
full of air
and faking
that it is something
it is not
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he pulls apart their homes, cars and work places,
his stubby fingers snap pieces apart and then back together.
the people stare off, silent with set smiles on their faces
as he builds and crumbles and connects something new.
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Yes, the memories are gypsies.
Our paths crossed yet again
when our eyes met through
the old photographs.
To them it was an invitation
to pick up where we left off,
and now they’ve returned,
setting up their noisy,
smoky camp right next to mine.
At first I enjoyed their
novel company; we reminisced
a while, laughing about the past.
But now they stubbornly
refuse to leave.
They know the power they possess,
and once more I am left
to figure out how to coexist
with these crass recollections.
Oh, how I wish they were
still forgotten.
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I see how you look at me
I dazzle at those beautiful eyes
your eyes remind me of the bluest ocean and its radiend beauty
I feel you warm hands when you hold me tight
My heart knows it feels so right
i hear you whisper in my ear that u love me o so dear
i smell you sweet cologne that smells like a new life
i taste you lips with a sweet sensation
The way he looks at me he gives me power
My heart is fluttering every hour
When he holds me close in his arms
When he looks at me i see his carm
He gives me power not the kind you think
Feel my heart Flutter and Sink
By:Nicole Montgomery
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