Violet Montario

Ode to marshmallow
so sticky and sweet
Its beauty quite hidden
For normal eyes to see
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Where I go
you will follow

up the creek
...

I passed by ignorace the other day
and i am sad to say she was thin and broken.
She walked with a limp,
but then picked up the pace
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Dream with your eyes open
the life list
Belize
Italy
...

Now gone
the air is thin
gray clouds sweep over
colors disappear
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The wind was whipping my hair in face
as I prepared for your embrace
that cold bitter afternoon
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I promised myself 'I will not cry! '
cause if i cry i just might die

But now i sit here covered in tears
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