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Poetry Peony

December 10, 2017

3 more poems....






the ocean and her babies

soft shades
of blue
smother me
beneath
her waves,
and 
my lungs
fill 
softly
with salt.



autumn in brooklyn

the sweet,
crisp 
smell of a 
macintosh
yankee candle,
touch downs,
and chilly breezes
through the open
window;
i am home



hollywood hills

one step
further
to gaining
the love
i needed
to set my
own heart
free
of the pain
of being
chained
to you.

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