Friday, April 8, 2016

Freedom Fries Friday.... (National Poetry Month #8)

The scientific formula for her tears was water, salt and him. 


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Life began when he saw her eyes; before that there had been only practice. 


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Chubby hand reaching for my chin and I fall in love one more time. 


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Contented sigh, milk drunk smile, dreams that can't be imagined, life is sweet.



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I'm fine, the practiced lie, she was wonderful, but people get jealous.

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