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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Dragging his fingers across the inside of my wrist, Studying the horizontal mental lacerations, Stuck in my unbreakable enchantment Correcting the problems of pass quarries. Right before the clock stuck1:23pm. Making my body relinquish, Aching promises, Two and three syllables cries of beseachment, Hand cuffing operatic moans. The feeling of riding up and down a steep hill, Pleading with you to never leave me, Touching my hair, Locking eyes with what you stole, “And you’d say; I’m not going anywhere”. You know what to say, You knew what to do to get me through, To get me off on you, A convincing conversation, To let me know, You care for this thing we got going. Blue skies, sunshine, rainbows and wind chimes, I can see in closed windows, Lying on your chest, Feeling confident enough to believe what seemed real. But, at 1:23pm your cell phone rang, Interrupting your temporary pacification, And I began to fall, I could see pass the strong hold, To hear her voice on the other end of the line. Muffled sounds, and a train passing, I lie naked and still, refusing to breathe, Recording every one of your notions, As you rush to get dress. Those “Minute Man” abilities, Time stood still on 1:23pm, Approaching my front door, Remembering to kiss me goodbye. Obviously entrapped in a cellular tryst, You ran back up stairs, To throw a token of affection at me, Squatting low to pitch it, When the sultry voice, Confessed your social interaction with, With four little words. (“I Love You, Baby...”)
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