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POETRY

UNTITLED

7/13/2016

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Kelli P., Michigan

​     Don’t bother with petty questions of the weather or my day, give me the wonders of your brain, invite me to the world that lives inside of you. Tell me the dreams you’ve dreamt and the thoughts that consume you at three in the morning, what plagues you about this sad cold world, and what keeps you going on the days that you feel like another breath should be impossible. 
    Do you want two kids or three or do you want none at all. Do you feel you’ll ever find true love or do you think that it’s just a concept people cling to just to have a reason to live. Do you still consider Pluto a planet even though they deemed it just a piece of rock? How many universes do you think there are? How do you feel about the color purple? You can answer according to the color or the book. I just want to hear your voice washing over me and running through my veins making me feel as though you and I are the only two left, like we have all the time in the world to talk about everything that has ever passed through our minds. I want to watch your lips move and get distracted wondering what they would be like against mine. I want to scoot closer to you as the time ticks on ad the hour grows later and later, I want you to speak passionately so that I can get lost and fall in love with every word falling out of your mouth. I want to know the depths of your soul by the end of your last sentence as the sun rises over our night long conversation. I want you, and every word that makes up who you are. 
    So talk to me and just let the words go, let them come straight from your heart to my ear, just speak, and let me know you. 
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