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[ january twentieth ]
by Ava Bluyou called at 4am;
it woke me up, but I wasn't angry.
I started to answer, to tell you about my dreams,
to cry about my nightmares,
and to speak about the memories we share.
(but I didn't answer) 01/20/2007
Author's Note: maybe I was scared.
(maybe I still am)
Posted on 01/22/2007
Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Matthew Sharp on 01/22/07 at 03:55 AM i drooled through my mask, as clear as daylightning.
I wanted to reach for you without mocking a vieled motive.
clutching at barbs..... |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/22/07 at 03:52 PM Maybe. Either way, it's making for good poetry. |
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