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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Starry Eyed Girl

She was me
Is me perhaps
Always has been
Imaginative and bright
Like a star...
Or moonlight shining on night-flowers
Light of the night
I remember it as yesterday
Clear and sweet
A meadow of flowers
On a sun-sweet day
I could be anything
A Goddess, a faery-queen, princess
A beauty
In my own mind
It pulsed blue like electrified water
Ocean within
Cold lapping ebb and flow
Breaking me
Reminding me of bitterness
A slap in the face
I'd like to forget

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