Elizabeth Shield Biography

your accent is like, cherry-caramel to my ears
my favourite flavour, and it kills
me when you stop talking, to ask if I am
listening; I hear your tones more than your
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Piano player take my by the hand
And tell me how galaxies revolve
With starry arms and nebulous fingers
Etched in your mind
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They say what we've accomplished now,
is all the fruit of all we've wrought
how beautiful it is, they say
ignoring how one-sided this
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burgundy, the color of wine
and cashmere
a noble stain, sweet and dark
like old music, enchanting yet haunting
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The grass flickers, as the
Wind pushes it down, in
A gentle but determined
Motion, sweeping upwards to
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