Justine Wallace Poems

The hand that rests against your cheek-
That's the hand I want to hold
As the world falls into entropy,
As we live while it grows cold.
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Ever since I first saw you,
I felt something stir up inside.
Only now do I know what it is
And how it must be satisfied.
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I wish I could slip away
Like a butterfly in the breeze.
I wish I could swing without a care
Like monkeys in the trees.
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