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Dash

There's a hummingbird in my heart
Yet I'm a tired tree
It won't remain there, I fear
too long.
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That rapid flutter I feel
shakes Winter off my limbs
A cold sun takes notice
-Will point the bird
in another direction
Will offer it fresh nectar
as I clasp my wound closed
and cherish the momentum
of what was, even in brevity.
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For this while;
Place your shoes upon my chest
so that others will know
inside is taken.
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I need more friends, quickly
Just so I can introduce you
as my girl.
Their admiration will be grand
for my prosperity
For this Finally
Of how I've renewed.
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They've watched me crack
How time drew lines
upon and down me
Yet now, to marvel
of how vigor has found me
By the simple whir
of a hummingbird.
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Make my heart
your second home
Your winter home
if need be
It remains warm
between your comings
and goings
There is no room
for cold things
Like other women.
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For they have not the clues
I've given you
-How to weave through
my branches and layered bark.
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Tie your shoes together
throw them over a limb
Let them all know
this man is taken
As I've taken you, in.
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