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my tinsel heart . . the twenty-seventh day of december in a year we did not share together . afterglow of christmas beaming from the tree through my scotch-taped-back-together soul . tis the season to ache infinitely . driving through light strands of red and yellow traffic to the art museum upon the hill . with the little park beside it where the son we will never have took his first wobbly bear dripping honey grinning steps . into your arms as i watched filming jumping and cooing the way a mother does over the littlest triumphs . but we never were, darling our lips never touched . our breathy kissed love affair ether white wedding by the sea raven haired children are nothing but a shared far away dream . an assorted pile of glistening christmas presents never to be wrapped accumulating beneath my tinsel heart . . (c)aayoung|12.27.14
Posted on: Sat, 27 Dec 2014 20:04:34 +0000

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