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Monday, November 10, 2014

Femme Charms

Femme Charms.
They do their harm.
They smile, woo, then ruin.

Yours sing a different tune.

I'm not one to promise the moon.
How soon is soon?

Femme Charms.
Oh how Yours warms.
The warning bells are silent.

My ears deafen to the voices in lament.

Your heart reaches beyond my chest.
Your hand is stopped by each others flesh.

Femme Charms.
Will there be times you roll your eyes and throw up your arms?
Nobody knows.

We all deal differently with life's woes.

From their head tops to their toes.
Your Charms hold I find, not merely love-but hope.

dirt

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