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a poem from my memories
Sunday morning.

eyes flutter

arms strech

mind soft like butter

each minute passing by

like a butterfly flaps it’s wings.

I never could have geussed

moments such as these

would be gone

so soon.

champange kisses

sound of clinking dishes

urge me to awake out of the haze

bare feet and cold floor collide

and I’m walking towards the kitchen.

blush creeping to my cheeks

a cardinal flies, the window.

my legs go weak

I sense his innuendo.

I hover for a moment

before falling to the floor

then my head is on the ground

and I can’t see anymore.

his screaming leaves me numb

words running together

I hear the cardinal hum

I see it’s red feather

they can take my body

but my mind is its own vessell.
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