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I recently submitted a bunch of work to a poetry journal at my university, but this one didn't make the cut so I thought I'd share it here. Enjoy.
there are nights when the wind is wild
and suddenly you are there;
I feel you move against me in the starlight
in the same sort of way that you felt someone watching you
when we used to watch those old horror movies.
you never did like the special effects
but it was okay,
because you liked how I reacted
when you slid your hands under my shirt
to hold me closer than before
when the chocolate blood sprayed out--
I turn around and you aren't there
though I don't know what I expected--
although you've been gone these several months
your warmth still fills my heart
in a way no romcom ever could.
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L1N05HK4
That's wonderful, I loved it!