Poetry

Abby Smith


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26 june 2012

edges

you came to me, all
cold toes and dreamy eyes
and it makes me so happy,
 
so very happy
that you are here
and you are a concrete idea,
so stylized and edgy
 
and we'll be waiting for you, baby
and  i hope that you'll drive in 
again, up my gravel driveway,
turn the porch lights on, and
 
i promise i'll run to you, darling,
and that sinking feeling
that isn't true, not at all.






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