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Stuffed Bear

By Bruna Jorge


The flow of her hair — espresso brown,

Her warm laughter, her soft teasing — espresso brown.

The distant gaze when she is thinking — espresso brown.

Her breakfast of coffee and a cigar — espresso brown.


The way her presence swallows me whole — espresso brown;

Her warm hugs and feathered kisses — espresso brown.

The kindness in her eyes when she doubts herself — espresso brown;

Her beautiful imperfections — espresso brown.


The warmth she radiates — espresso brown.

The hot chocolate she so kindly makes for me — espresso brown.

The way she pulls me close at the end of a long day — espresso brown.

The sweet reassurance she whispers in my ear — espresso brown.


Midday hugs, stolen kisses, soft touches — espresso brown.

She is my stuffed bear — and I will hold onto her like a child

clutching for comfort.


By Bruna Jorge


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