You're late.

March 28, 2011
By Sultana GOLD, Albertson, New York
Sultana GOLD, Albertson, New York
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Memories of you flutter past
Like the butterflies you once left
Wings are flailed gracefully as creatures are kept afloat
And dust is circulated throughout the dry pit of my stomach
Greater, grander the area becomes
The lining is stretched against the pressure
Hope swells the center
But it might just be gas


The author's comments:
"Never too late" is an outright lie.

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