she and i were running through a field. the flowers in bloom and pollen filled the air like faery dust. i could feel the pollen attacking my lungs and filling my head with fuzz. she ran on, unknowing or uncaring at my slowing steps. i sank to my knees, wanting to call out but not having the breath. the world spun in and out of focus. she was no longer in view. i hope she keeps running. it is too late for me.
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Wow. Intense feelings here.
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this is another one of those we talked about the other day. i didn’t expect anyone to like it. you just made me very happy. thank you
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I could feel depth and meaning and emotion behind the words.
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you just never know with poetry.
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Very fine writing Mike.
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thank you
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My pleasure!
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