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Stars fell
into the palm of your hand,
while you laughed and sipped red wine,
as I struggled hard
to understand answers -
that I couldn’t find
a question to satisfy.
You languished, laughing
into long nights - glass held loose
in your fingers -
I was scorched
by the searing sight of a burning dream
that lingers and can’t ever gratify.
I longed to hear a tune,
to make me dance - lift me
to my feet to move
and dash thoughts to the distance,
where there was naught to prove,
while stars fell from the sky.
You touched my body –
like some divine healer
from my haunted reason,
capturing my heart and maddened mind -
to bring me into your own season;
where springtime leaves don’t die,
or ever pass through summer
into autumn - never lie to crumble
in a winter frost.
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The Hunger Games
Book two spoiler: (It's so hard not to read all the spoilers above!)
Potty Today, 01:24 AMI found the quelling hunger games to be less gripping than the first.