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Sometimes, I write poems.
Saturday, September 14, 2013
Eyelashes
Eyelashes
I am a weakened man
Looking at a faded picture
Of an age-old picnic shared.
Vines beyond your shoulder
Entangled.
Young blossoms to my lips.
Oh, how I kissed them
Underneath closed eyelashes.
-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2013 --
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