Category: love
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Mr. Houdini
My heart, your willing assistant, in this vanishing trick. Was it love I felt, or love’s reflection? A prince come to shatter my walls, to prove love could still be real. Perhaps only the idea of you was. You left behind a broken heart and the echo of a moment too tender to last. The…
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Ode to Frida
A pint-sized life built for loving, always underfoot, never a lap she didn’t adore. Burrowed deep beneath the blankets. Big, bug eyes brimming with love. Stinky breath, nervous shakes, a little chihuahua queen who’d “play dead” when we left, then bounce with joy when we returned.
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Effortless
And maybe it’s tragic, maybe it’s me, that I’d take the ache and call it love. That I’d drink the poison just to taste you again.
Sincerely, Amy Lee 