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Friday, April 22, 2016

Le Petite

That stubborn curl wrapped 'round my fingers
As you place your head in my hands
The scent of your soap always lingers

The night is quiet and eerie
A soldier awaiting commands
I hear your heart beating clearly

The pace gains a beat, then a breath
I feel like I'm frequently falling
Caught between life and death

Stars burst forth in front of my eyes
Your name, I'm steadily calling
As from the dead, I rise