Fifty-Eight Days
By Aroura Eden
Pluck the dorks and let them bleed Crusty laughter Eccentric seeds Drops of sugar Dirty deeds Memories freed Bound up needs Washing laundry Skirts below the knees Walks on bike trails Friends and fiends Lovely talks Voices extreme Drooling lips Tired eyes Comfort beamed Plea’s Sorrow cries I’m expected to die I’ll be gone for only summer, so dry your eyes I’m not six feet under At least not until my body dies We talk as though this my be our last Breaking habits is a fair time past I’ll miss you all while I’m away But don’t worry lasses, I’ll be back in fifty-eight daysA friend of mine came back from my past and this is part of the day we spent together. This is me going away for 58 days and saying good bye to friend, although I don't leave for another two months. We always say fare-well like we will never see each other again. Now I admit we are a bit 'parinoid'. Roury Written April 9th, 2002 © on Apr 08 2002 04:48 PM PST 10 • 0
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"Pluck the dorks and let them bleed..."