Happy

The way the wind pushs

through my hair

brings me back

to when you would hold me under the cover of night.

I would lay in your arms until dawn.

I was happy

We were happy.

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Time to increase down the aisle. Opening up to something else that I can't see, to feel the assault of love slap me in the face.

Madness

Expressions formed on my flesh leaving being bruised marks, carried out of my sight. Sly smiles creep up my legs causing a handicap, crumbling me to the ground.

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