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Flashback Fridays Catfish and bluegills,
rainy days and sunshine,
loving words and oral sex,
killing snakes and time;
Jack Daniels and Sloe Gin,
holding hands and hair,
sharing secrets and fears;
and, somehow,
knowing,
our own deepest secret;
that all of this
was as empty
as we were.
Beautiful.
I normally don't comment on work, but I thoroughly enjoyed reading this.
It carries an elegiac factor.
:)
oh man its so close to perfect that perfect is legally getting its name changed! It could just be me, and the places it brought me back to, or more so, the situations I impossed it upon, but I love this poem!
Much Love
Ashley
;-)
somehow I knew you would get this for what it was and be able to apprepreciate the distance, the perspective;-) perhaps, I could have framed it better?
:)
its just cause we get each other fundimentally as beings :)
Much Love
Ashley