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four:scored

Updated on April 25, 2014

i met you in the season of the four-a.m. birds;

in the opening of blossoms, wishes, beautiful minds.


you were still coming in to your self;

i was taking a hiatus down the speedway.


sometimes i still dream about it: you coming around the

corner into my vision, my heart falling four floors.


every year a piece of that shrieking time comes calling:

you were chocolate, and i was starving mad at the world.

© 2014 Michelle Warner

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      Michelle Warner 3 years ago from Charlottesville, Virginia

      Thank you, Camille. I'm glad the words have a staying effect, just as the experience.

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      Camille Harris 3 years ago from SF Bay Area

      Wow. I read this over and over and it's still with me. Beautiful! Keep it up.