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my thin arms struggling to reach you
dragging, my gold dress following
my kohl black eyes longing.
You make the memories flood back,
like a damn breaking,
but they hold me back.
And I will know you in my next life,
picking wild flowers in white and black.
Our eyes meet, they almost saitiate me,
but they are distant- dancing wildly
...perhaps to catch me,
but I snap.
-Amber Lamb-Noel