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Sunday, March 15, 2015

cherry pits

The facelessness
of
love
stripped
the color
from you.
Reaching
deep
in the grave
for the remains
of my once
before
bliss.

The child
had a song
under
the cherry blossoms,
juicy pits tumbling
around the tongue.
It's hands
bloody
from
your heart.

Drawing circles
in the sand.
Who will
erase you
and
bring
another
face
to
love?

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