snowglobe

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I smile just to forget him
to try to trick my mind
into thinking that I'm happy
but my place is in his arms
a thought a more pleasant
feast for my soul
These days when we must spend it apart
are pure torture
minutes pass like sloths among trees
and I count them one by one
collecting them in my back pocket
impediments until I  see him again
time mocks my anticipation
but I know that when he's in my arms again
I'll wish that each second lasts a lifetime
these moments when we only have each other
when time suspends for the briefest blink
and we dance like two figurines in a snow globe
protected, at least until the white flakes cease falling

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