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cranberry january
sweet fuzzy snactuary
fairy lights and other fairies
dancing on my mind
the taste of your words my friend
so sure that it would never end
living in the snow and sending
letters to the sky

i don't know why

january, blistering and
warming up my history
you never said you kissed her but i
knew you always would
dancing alone to sounds of
someone else's home, stuck in
my mind's own rainbow drone
but the pain feels like it should

i don't know why





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PoetryAngel14 said...
Feb. 1, 2012 at 5:04 pm
Good job :) I competely understand what you're talking about. Very strong.
 
MyApocalyptic This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Feb. 1, 2012 at 5:16 pm
Thanks, good to know I got the message through :) but shite, I've just noticed I spelled "sanctuary" wrong and am completely mortified now >_
 
PoetryAngel14 replied...
Feb. 1, 2012 at 6:50 pm
Ha ha yeah i was like "what's a snactuary??" But it's still really good.
 
MyApocalyptic This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Feb. 6, 2012 at 6:06 pm
"snactuary": (n) a sacred place where snacking is more than just snacking... it is a way of life.
 
PoetryAngel14 replied...
Feb. 7, 2012 at 7:04 am
Ha ha yes!!
 
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