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Respirator
People walk by me
Occasionally pausing to stare
At something that will never be theirs
Smiling heart shaped lips
Almond eyes and I swear to longevity
These will outlast everything
Turning my head and I eavesdrop
I fall in love with the rhythm of heart beats
Clicking like respirators
So irregular, flawed, seriously indicating
faint little consciences
Beautiful still I can’t help but tap my heeled closed toe shoe
In time to defective melodies of the soul
Syrupy lies clog throats
From speaking to this fresh young lady sitting
Beside the fountain
Warm stones, give impressions of rose painted happiness
Drops of water, aqua colored remedies
Splash into my pink slip of a skirt
Washing stains away
I could sit here all day
Listening to musical streams of consciousness
Hitting pavement dreaming of
Ricocheting
off into the sky
Watching people sway, pray to the sun
For letting rays fall upon them
Politely letting their eyes fall upon me
Please stare, I want my radiance to signal
New beginnings in minds and trigger
Deletion of what was left behind
Before the respirators of the mind
Opened up hearts to let people breathe
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Bella Cardenas
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