November 9, 2010
By Lucy(: GOLD, Cambridge, Massachusetts
Lucy(: GOLD, Cambridge, Massachusetts
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My hands could firmly grasp you
Squeeze you until it burned
I felt fire ignite in my veins
Scorching form the heat of your touch

And that day flew by
Life a bird setting off for its journey
Never intending to return

And now my blood is frozen
My cold veins have cracked
My fingers struggle for your warmth
Twiddling limply in the thin, sharp air
Like a baby reaching eagerly for a sweet

Now all I can do
Is hope
That the beautiful bird
Will retrace it's footsteps
And fly back home.

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