Anemone Flynn

Bumptious
Scrumptious
Totally presumptuous.
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Compose a melody,
Then add some harmony -
Suddenly you've caught me; I'm listening.
You spoke of my soul
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I'm a pyromaniac,
Orange and blue.
Here is my match
And here is my fuel.
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this past
shall I cavil at winds of thought
and wallow in misery thus begot
or shall
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Has love ever bitten you right on the nose?
I'm driven to think that that's not how it goes.

You like a pair of eyes, a chin,
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Oh, my beating heart, be still
Such raptures you have known
In the past your mind has flown
Until you took your pill.
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Every Conversation ever had,
Has limbs and roots and branches.
The paths not taken, good or bad,
And those beyond our reaches.
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Every movement anyone makes
Contributes to a symphony.
Some are random; some foreseen
Purposeful consistency.
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When leaves have lost their initiative
and winds lead them into my hair
I remember the summer days, love
and would wish my soul to fly there.
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I knew not love a

day ago; and tomorrow
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Yesterday knew not;

When tomorrow comes so is
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I went out walking early one day.
My heart was not stolen away.
I didn't meet a pair of dark eyes.
My heart didn't fly to the skies.
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The air hangs thick as treacle,
Yet no scent can I discern.
My lungs for breath do labor;
I feel the oxygen burn.
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