December 23, 2011
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Let's climb up this barren tree,
just escape realities,
just a minute, an hour, a day,
let's clear the dirt with things we say.

Whispered words surround the air,
they form the leaves, we stop and stare,
What we create with a phrase or two,
A spoken kiss becomes a bloom.

The night dims down, we slow our breath,
make one last rose before our rest,
close our eyes but not our minds,
Our lives forever intertwined.

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