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Some Days Break
Some days break
In ways
That can only be
Experienced,
Never described,
Like the pumpkin
Patch as a boy
And the kiss on
The cheek from the
Sweetest girl in town,
The kiss
That kept you off
The ground for days
And days and your
Face unwashed for weeks,
Like the first submersion,
The gentle lowering
Into another,
Her hands on your
Shoulders softly
Pulling, pushing,
Some days break
In ways
That only thoughts
Of you can trigger.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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