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Simple Silence

Are you thinking of me, from your
Golden braids, your windblown tresses?
The jazzing is cerulean, phosphorous,
It steals my heart towards yours.

Is it a chocolate box, a red
Red bouquet, you are so preciously awaiting?
My gift to you, instead, so simple,
Is this dreaming, quiet fancy.

Yellow tresses, future dresses,
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Landrey 16 February 2007

very special, Jonzo. I like the breakup, I always have a life-death struggle with ph as I'm trying to format my poems and so far it always beats me. I like how you use words very differently sometimes. for example, in this poem: towards, joys, song. Those are normal words but you turn them into something to merit a double take. ah, jazz. -landrey

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