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Doubledee
February 24, 2005
iranian.com You
matured
And got lost behind the tiny figure of a cigarette
The funky smoke lines that sheltered in the cracks of old walls
Were made by mouthful six syllable words you uttered
You matured
And the exclamations you sighed
Through those full and bloody red lips
Reeked of alcohol
When you repeatedly stated, "I know"
You were mature
Your delicate hands with long and shapely fingers
Look stark naked without the defining ring of validation
And your "Hello" was the alphabet of dominance
Your steps only knew the path between the kitchen and the bedroom
Yes, you were the little princess of dull knives and chopable
vegetables
Cooking love that underneath expensive perfumes
Stunk of fried onions and roasted garlic
You matured
When you ranted without a pause for breath
You had read "love" in books
And how easily could say, "I love you!"
When you clawed on being
Through your artistic expression of body language
You were mature
You lived alone
Had a pet
Read contemporary literature
Took sedatives
Stayed up late
All because you were mature
Mature
And like the toys in the kids' section at Wal-Mart
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