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The Little Things

*pic courtesy from pinterest  The little things the little smile the little flower in the corner aisle the little butterfly catches my eye along with  the hovering bee like sketches drawn in the sky look at the little ant fleet just close to my feet the little spider takes a warm seat the little girl who hops on the broken tile while her mother looks right across  the street from a mile I wave at her she waves back the little gestures the little fingers the little spider continues to linger the little heartbeats as humming treats while I pick up the little crumbs from my bread last night

Last Time

Last time..
Ended too soon.
For the Last time..
It trapped the moon.
This Last time..
Didn’t wait till noon.
While the Last time..
Made a buffoon.
Last time …
Unchose..
While Last time..
Didn’t force.
Last time..
Underwent a joke..
Strangled to be broke.
Last time..
Repeated itself..
Last time..
Depleted in it’s own shelf.
Last time..
Withered shattered..
Last time..
Breathing scattered.
Last time..
Again..
Last time..
In pain.
Last time..
Finally agreed..
That last time..
Should be freed.

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