I entered the world
like a flower blooming
an experience blocked
from a memory dying
to understand
how the subliminal past
led me to this time
where I beget the pistil
and the petal
november two thousand twelve
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I burned your image
in my mind
like charcoal lead
on cottony white paper
I painted your eyes
on canvas
like I had known them
my entire life
I drew your heart
closer to mine
beating rhythmically
as if we were one
september two thousand twelve
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