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Ineffable Girl
Feelings aren't feeling much
Waiting for your softest touch
To begin somewhere...
In the conversation pauses
That never end lightly
Or with full stops
In the confetti poses
That decorate the floor
Or my left shoulder
In the end of hours
That feel more like seasons
Than days dreaming
Drift into imaginary,
Oh cover up girl
I border on fiction too
Falling up a flight of stars
As i walk through on a dare
To catch your past
Trip on some winter shoes,
Boring yet always new
To my snowed-in feet
(Not to sure if i should expand the first stanza or add anything to the last? - First thing i've written in at least two months so i'm not too confident)
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