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Just let it settle like a cobweb caught in mid-drift
OCTOGENARIAN

her large hazel eyes that bounced through my skull
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i always wanted to caress her static hair
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as though my hands were rivers
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to wash her into sleep
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but she is gone
 5
 
 
and I have disappeared into my seaweed mind
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tangled with  memory, thought, and unconsciousness
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cradle me with her rememberence like a fog over my crusty eyes
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let me sip the brook that lets this rattle, this infatuation die
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like time has in my breath
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15 Aug 10

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This turned me into liquid. I love it. 1-5 especially. And L8-- love that simile.
:)
 — mandolyn

thanks so much for your kind words....glad you enjoyed
 — OCTOGENARIAN

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