Heather Whitley Gibson Biography

seahear
seized the day too
of rings of lovers
content to imatate
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But I lost it
it's inside the mattress,
unseen
it sneaks out,
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the windows are all broken
and the wind is coming threw
do you feel the wind in your bones
does it turn your mind to blue
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She combs my hair
in loose strokes
as the cats warm themselves
by fire, to touch her skin
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they were here
he and she
lie still
still, lie, soft
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