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whY? do i fall in love with wOrds these clever poets their words like little decadent cHOcolates melting on my tongue i savor so rich & then i woNder about life wrapped in those words like yards of siLk spinning spinning me into delicate wEbs of verse hoW can a woman turn her back on beauty sO sweet melting melting my heaRt i fall into these fondues of inflection resonating with each beat each fiber of my being i come aLive i breathe woRds they feed me touch me deeP
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i dream of yOu taking pictures of mE in paris loNdon greece barely wrapped in cReamy white sheets & you your zooming eyes taking private tours of my hiPs [click] my lips [click] london bridge is falling doWn [click] & sunlight daNcing in my hair twisted all around your heaRt like tender tendrils enLacing embRacing you. beware these hotel california dreams i take prisoners nEver let your leave now you are forever taNgled up in me you me you & i don't want to leave tHis dream. this dReaM is aLL it is. it isn't real. i write you ouT of me be fRiends? bE free
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no it's nOt fair to you, or yOu, or yoU. no it's not. wHo am i? to be so boLd. so silly. so iNdiscreet. indeed. who? am i. all you did was brEathe & there i go spinning stories of ever aFter around your feet not even walking the same streetS. such maDness. so siCk. am i? or is this juSt me still believing in maybe oNe day…why dO i? why can't i just bE. & not yeaRn for more, for wheN is it my time & why aRen't you that fairytale in my mind? so you see. it iSn't fair. silly…so silly of me.
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the time is nOw
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waKe up, woman
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BReathe!
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i dream of yOu taking pictures of mE in paris loNdon greece barely wrapped in cReamy white sheets & you your zooming eyes taking private tours of my hiPs [click] my lips [click] london bridge is falling doWn [click] & sunlight daNcing in my hair twisted all around your heaRt like tender tendrils enLacing embRacing you. beware these hotel california dreams i take prisoners nEver let your leave now you are forever taNgled up in me you me you & i don't want to leave tHis dream. this dReaM is aLL it is. it isn't real. i write you ouT of me be fRiends? bE free
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no it's nOt fair to you, or yOu, or yoU. no it's not. wHo am i? to be so boLd. so silly. so iNdiscreet. indeed. who? am i. all you did was brEathe & there i go spinning stories of ever aFter around your feet not even walking the same streetS. such maDness. so siCk. am i? or is this juSt me still believing in maybe oNe day…why dO i? why can't i just bE. & not yeaRn for more, for wheN is it my time & why aRen't you that fairytale in my mind? so you see. it iSn't fair. silly…so silly of me.
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the time is nOw
& there iS no fairytale
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waKe up, woman
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BReathe!
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(C) Copyright MJ Calitz, 2008
