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Ashlee Knutson Poem
You think I don't see you from where I stand,
But I see you,
I can hear you,
I breathe you in,
The intoxicating rush of being forever yours,
The insanity that drives us together,
Giving up reality for each other,
No one can stand our 5 senses,
But can always see our 6th,
The love for no others,
Shown on our covers.
Copyright © Ashlee Knutson | Year Posted 2011
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Ashlee Knutson Poem
Feeling the itch,
To close the stitch,
Even in this demonic weather,
There is still a delicate flower,
Blowing throughout harsh wind,
Never having sin'd,
Being so innocent,
Crushing it's spine bent,
Having seen so much,
Dying in one last clutch.
Copyright © Ashlee Knutson | Year Posted 2011
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Ashlee Knutson Poem
I cannot hide from the truth,
I strive from the risks of our love,
Fighting for the bulletproof,
Clawing from my white veiled glove,
Lifting off the influence of others,
Their conceded selves,
While we hold all the painted covers,
Along with the trinkets on the shelves.
Copyright © Ashlee Knutson | Year Posted 2011
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