November 15, 2007
Your words are like butter -
They melt beautifully in my mouth
with twilight pops of unique flavors.
The boundary we are in breaks like glass…
Extraordinary thoughts run wild with imaginations.
The lives we live are separated…not within each other, limited.
The glass pieces, tubby, break with every moment we savor.
Fireworks explode in the mid-night air.
The memories we make live on for little ones to share,

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