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Breathing in False Pretenses (collab with Alaina)
by Ava BluI can still hear you
pressing dandelions after midnight
in-between pages of a book
you pretended to order for me;
yesterday you were the reason
constellations made sense, but
the air is frigid and stale,
as if to preserve something
that feels so irreplaceable
the silence in our history
has become acidic;
I can no longer keep
our memories under my tongue
I can't ignore the pieces of you
leftover, that've lost
their benign feel; and I fear
our forever has iced to never.
10/28/2005 Author's Note: Collaboration with my little star, Alaina S., for Aaron's poetry contest.
Posted on 10/28/2005
Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joseff Marat on 10/28/05 at 05:18 AM That is the best collab I've ever heard. It goes to my favorites. |
| Posted by Aaron Michael on 07/10/06 at 11:20 AM this was so good, i tried to put it on my favorites twice...it didn't work. curses. |
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