Stacy Brown Biography

Scrape off my skin passionately
crumple it up, delicately destroy it,
Throw it carelessly on the floor
and pretend its last nights dress.
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As it drew closer to the time for souls to rest
I found myself awake
I felt my eyes tick open
And my heart tock close
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I found myself one day sitting upon the sun.
I remember being blinded by solar flares
and dodging debris baking in the atmosphere
I closed my eyes afraid to be just another piece
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I failed to notice the color of blue until I saw the faintest hint of yellow
become brighter as we exchanged moments in time.
It took my gaze from the depths of each expression of days reunited
with memories of ago and I was drawn into the gentle way
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