Bridges
More by Goldenrose
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Quick on the Draw
You
love me
fast, miss me
faster, I ran to
you, now running away takes
much longer. To get to you
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missing you
There are degrees of missing you.
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Sinews
The sinews from my strewn out muscles lay the skeleton of my blanket,
remind me of my strength,
its fortitude when not forsaken.
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