February 9, 2011
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shake back and forth with the tumble of movement
the curl of your lip and the flex of your jaw fresh in my mind
purse my lips and try not to cry
look through clouded eyes at the strings of lights in
the distance

remembering every second and every inch of you
your scratch against my cheek, the satin tops of your feet
fingernails on the softest hands bitten and picked
looks of intrigue and intensity , burning up my blues
staring down at you, focus on your half opened mouth like I'm aiming at a target
your eyes staring up at me convincing me of my beauty without a word.

wrap myself in cigarette smoke and incense as I hear the approaching wheels
grind and watch that rusty locomotive push on.

One thought replaying in my mind as I drift in and out of slumber, these wheels breaking light as they
speed me backwards, to you.
Courtesy of Dollface 2:17 PM February 9, 2011
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