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  • Writer's picturePaige Harris

I am in Love

You fill me up 

Like fuzzy peach petals

Pricking my fingers 

On my own thorns

You take the sting away

Following me 

Like a shadowed blanket

Cushioning each fall

Delicate fingers 

Anxiously pacing

Back and forth 

Across broken pavement

Black stained fingertips

With an even darker heart

You breathe into me

I sink into you

Stem placed 

In a crystal vase

Holding something broken

Holding someone broken

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