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untitled # 1 (Free verse) by noonewantstobealone

You always kissed my neck before you squeezed my hand. That was when I would fall in love. I always kissed your eyelids before I spilled my secrets. You were the only one to see it. You saw beauty in ugly things [ like me ] and we laughed together at funerals. We never told them, we never let them know, the place we loved to go. And when it hurts the most [ and when I need to feel close] I hide there. And laugh.

J.B. Manning 27-Oct-03/10:02 AM
hmmm, seems a bit dry. The laughing at funerals part has potential, but yeah...it's a bit dry. Like toast without butter.




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