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A Girl Named Taylor

I’ll still want to kiss your lips

Under the morning sun

Keep warm with you as winter nips

Cold skin not warm when one

Slow dance in the room even if too nervous

Hold you close and close our eyes as the worst is

Bound to come

Stay wound and spun

Lay your head on my shoulder

Close to my heart where it’s warmer

Faster, beating 

After bleeding

Steady rhythm and time is fleeting 

Ephemeral beauty, hidden in your home

Gently whispering crawling up to your door 

Don’t remain alone

I’ll be on the other side, waiting for you to open up again

In the sun of summer

© The Sad Owl

Categories: poetry Prose

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The Sad Owl

I'm just here. Until I'm not.

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