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almost crushed
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Wilting Blossoms. we hardly ever picture
the things were not prepared for
happening to us,
like love for instance,
so warm, yet cold
the smile from a girl,
teaching a shallow boy
the things he should know,
in playful omission
building up,
just for the struggle, of control
holding on, for the things we allow
rooted deep
in the needs of our soul,
can bury each other
in the ways that we show,
condemned.
the blissful rejoice of her moist soft lips
curing me,
from her fall from grace kiss,
......i feel crushed
Christopher, still scribin' with that amazing voice that catches us all. With every love lost we learn...and they are not all truley lost...are they?
Hope you are well~
This was not for you.