The Fleeing Sunday
Don’t, please, don’t wave the final adieu I want a little more of you. A little more….a little longer Let me hold you a little stronger. I can feel …
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Confinement
He roaredscary, loud, and powerfulThat gave chills to the spine.But the barbs around Reminded him of his boundaries. She ChirpedSweet melodious tweeteringThat made every heart sing.But the bars aroundReminded her …
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The mighty little heart.
Her little heart of four poundsThumbing in her chestEchoed into the hollownessThud, thud, thud, it went. Thud, thud it wentPounding high up and downAlmost ready to pop outof her mouth, …
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