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Monday, August 10, 2009


I turn my eyes away from you as you speak, but my ears betray me. For they memorize every syllable - every word, and the way they sound as they leave your mouth. And my stomach twists, sinks, as your voice rasps against my soul.

Quietly, my brain stores you away, as it has done a thousand times before. And your chilly warmth is tucked into a corner that my consciousness cannot touch. As if it was something precious.

I wish it wasn't.


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Love.


Someday, I wish I could be your sunflower.

Why?

So I can brighten up your day the way you brighten mine.


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