when i die-


you will find ink blurb, parched words,
acoustic in air,
a hot burning potpourri
and my ink romancing with words.
this is what i will leave when i die-
a torn cloth, stinking souvenirs,
words like thick and sick stick to my tongue,
a concave road of anxiety on my wrists.

for i had no people in my pockets,
i had no eye contact,my conversations with stars
made me fall in love with the moon,
and its dark now, nocturnal love.
nocturnal soul.

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Promote Yourself Monday- September 3, 2018

Come share your best piece from this last week at the Go Dog Go Cafe!!!

Go Dog Go Café


Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday.  All Go Dog Go Cafe readers, guest writers, and baristas are invited to post one link to one specific post (600 words or less please!) from your blog into the comments section below.

If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.

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Touch Of Magic

Sarah Doughty

“Because you were my dream come true
and I didn’t want the spell to end.”

A touch of magic was all I needed. Because you were my dream come true and I didn’t want the spell to end.

Maybe that was what made me want to hold on to you like my life depended on it. You were everything to me, and I couldn’t bear to lose you.

© Sarah Doughty

I don’t ever want to lose you.

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