Lynne RBC Poems

If I make faces and paste a smile,
will you forget originality
and mimic my style?
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Where do balloons go?
I really want to know.

If I release it to the sky
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I found it
a blaring reminder of that day
when you sat inhibited beside me
moving closer with every turn
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I have driven
this too familiar road
countless times before
but today
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You are history
retold
relived
over again
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If we were kids
I would have dragged you out in the rain
and showed you how beautiful it is
if we were under it -
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Again and again,
you have skillfully sent
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Maybe, I owe myself a favor.
I need a rest.

We've been running around our circle.
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Something must be wrong with my hands.
My plants are dying
and I've killed 2 of my dogs.
Well, not that I strangled them to death.
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Meanings change
with people.

You say
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