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too many lifetimesSomeone once told you that if humans lived many lives, then you were only living your first. It makes sense, there is a thirst that glows through your eyes; a thirst for the world and experiences. You crave interactions with other souls that you unknowingly dent, smooth, tear, and mold. You radiate a naive joy that grips our hearts tight. Your spirit has not begun to quiver under the weight of our world. The dirt and the blood and the filth have not tarnished your effervescence just yet. You are a newborn in this universe. That is why we cling to you like the fog over the coast in the summer. It is why you have such a tight grasp on our chests. We have lived many lives and our bones creak; our souls twisted and scraped up, worn out from too many lifetimes. We are just hanging on to the rare innocent bliss that you radiate through the tips of your fingers and the soles of your feet.

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Mar 25, 2015

10wI think I'll let the sea cradle me to sleep.

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Mar 23, 2013

SaltThey told me I had to go to college, / Get a job, / Start a family.

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Mar 21, 2013

Ebb and FlowSometimes after I've been sitting with her a while, / I swear she calls to me. / I am sprung off of her obscene beauty,

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Mar 19, 2013

Only HumanI tremble because I am not the breeze, / because I will never be the the auburn sunset on the surf, / because I will never be as cleansing as the rain.

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Mar 18, 2013

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