02-21-2013, 02:51 AM
Rev. #1 02-25-2013
Her heart pulsed with real, red blood.
Cradled in her arms
swaddled in a pink cotton blanket,
a gift.
He pinched her on the ass and asked for a sandwich.
She was a breeze through an open door,
a cloud filled with wildflowers,
a mirror of her desires.
He thinks she is silly, but says nothing.
Years later the announcer will step in front of the playback
to explain every gory detail.
Today giggles are louder than doubts.
Her heart pulsed with real, red blood.
Cradled in her arms
swaddled in a pink cotton blanket,
a gift.
He pinched her on the ass and asked for a sandwich.
She was a breeze through an open door,
a cloud filled with wildflowers,
a mirror of her desires.
He thinks she is silly, but says nothing.
Years later the announcer will step in front of the playback
to explain every gory detail.
Today giggles are louder than doubts.
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Cradled in her arms and swaddled in a pink cotton blanket,
it pulsed with real, red blood.
He said it was cute and asked for a sandwich.
Blowing through the door attached to a delicate arm and filled to the brim
with wildflowers dangling, it was only a mirror of her wants.
He thinks she is silly, but says nothing.
It will be years before the announcer steps in front of the playback
to explain every gory detail. Today hope is strong.