Apricot Jam MAG

August 9, 2012
By ShelbyDeWeese BRONZE, Chattanooga, Tennessee
ShelbyDeWeese BRONZE, Chattanooga, Tennessee
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I slather my sorrow in apricot jam,
Certain that this breakfast together will
be our last.
I say nothing, you say less.
I stand to go, biting my lip and breathing silent apologies.
But you beckon me closer,
And as you kiss me, I feel jam trickling down my fingers
And I feel the pulse of your mercy.



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on Dec. 9 2012 at 12:11 pm
ThatGirlWithAVoice BRONZE, Brampton, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"My hobbies include editing my life story, hiding behind metaphors & trying to convince my shadow that I'm someone worth following." - Rudy Francisco

  I adore this piece! Each line is so necessary which is something I feel is often lost in poetry, but this was perfection. From "I say nothing, you say less" to the jam reference, it was amazing. This left me smiling for their reunion. Wonderful! 


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