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Girl With The Name Meaning "Song" [2]

something amiss,
and suddenly not much to say.
we turn to each other,
and our lips meet in a kiss.

It was short and sweet,
like the kiss of mention.
our time spent together,
and my choice of if to leave.

on my long way home,
I hold your gift.
It reminds me of you,
and how I am alone.

Your smile really was,
it was of a dream.
It was your gift,
I'd given it to you as.

I'll remember dear girl,
the lessons you'll teach me,
the way that you moved,
the vision of the end of the world.

-damn visions always in the way,
Brian Oglesby

Divine Interception)


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for, its during the rainy seasons
when we sit admiring
the cool breeze and wandering droplets
we realize we are admiring the beauty of loneliness
from afar, of you and me