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Last Time

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Black off the shoulder dress,

Patterned with little pink flowers.

My skin

Tan and sand brushed.

Last time I wore it was in Egypt.

A beautiful night, it was.

Clear and star filled.

I feel everything all at once when I look at.

Barefeet continued

Dancing long after they hurt.

Laughed and smiled so much;

People thought I was drunk.

It has a hole in it I never fixed,

I kept it anyway.

So there it hangs with a variety of other

Colorful memories.

Time to sew it up or let it go.

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Kettle Whistles

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Melancholy

Delight

Melancholy

Delight

Up

Down

Up down

Round and round

Spinning, spinning.

Trying to grasp anything

As it passes by.

And the tea kettle whistles

Bringing me back

Here.

And I put my feet upon the floor

Once again

Ready to live more.

More than ever.

Misplacing

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I look at my feet

And try to will them to move.

Just keep moving.

(if you are feeling empty that means you can be filled up)

Step to the floor and stand up dear girl.

(just move)

Don’t let your mind go under.

Lift your gaze from the ground.

(look around)

Stop misplacing your mind.

It does not leave you

But you do.

(try to smile and move if just a little bit)