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Summer Daze
I need the sun and it's warm arms around me, / I need earth's sweet soil to stain my bare soles, / and soul,
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May 18, 2013
4/10
While in my presence you think of a ridiculous photo of me, / I, however, when in your company I think of / How soft your lips are and
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Apr 11, 2013
A
Tuesday morning, laying in bed / You've left me alone again / Rotting in a grave of the love we made,
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Apr 11, 2013
Saturday Short
This brisk Saturday morning, / I cried. / Tears pooled in my eyes as I realized it was now
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Feb 23, 2013
January, the 21st.
His skin smelled of fire and his lips tasted of sweet honey and harsh tobacco; / his hot breath on my neck sent messages on butterfly wings from my spine to my small stomach, / sending all my blood to my head, making my pale face ignite into bright crimson.
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Feb 22, 2013
Hope For The Day
I sat in the dining room of my home, watching the sun rise and letting it's warmth pour over me through the window. / I listened to Edith Piaf sing beautiful love songs to me as I drank my coffee black and smoked too many harsh cigarettes waiting for words to come to me. / I sat for a while watching the shy sun peek over the towering trees in the horizon, letting it inspire me and fill me with irrevocable and overwhelming hope for the day.
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Feb 19, 2013
Breathe
Breathe. / Breathe. / Breathe.
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Feb 19, 2013
5:48 am. Tuesday morning sadness.
I am so tired of loving and not being able to show it. / I am so tired of being loved and not feeling it. / I am so tired of saying, “I’m doing alright, how about you?”
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Feb 19, 2013
Cheap cigarettes and perfume
"Your hair smells so good", you sighed, as I covered your face in a veil of my faded chocolate brown locks. The scent was Juicy Couture and cheap cigarettes / It was a smell hard to enjoy by most, yet you had an easy smile on your face as I shifted my weight around to tickle your face with my hair. I sat straddling your hips and hovering over your small torso; admiring things about your face most don't notice and only finding beauty in each imperfection. / You told me you loved the way I smelled after I questioned your adoration for my scent. You revealed that you enjoyed wearing a sweater I had borrowed from you simply because it smelled of me; and that you were saddened when it was soiled.
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Feb 19, 2013
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