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Sep 2015
When cool winds shift from South to North
I feel you in my bones
A heart escaped this hypochondriac
Even if it is true that something just isn't quite whole
Sea salt rusted pump, sizzle
A cradle for the bawl of humankind
I hold it tight to shattered rib
Breathing in what I hope is starlit dust divine
Know this though, be waryΒ Β 
She spins like a drunk bumble bee
Will sting you if touched
These eyes see much more than she
For in them they hold a clearer view
Ill abused, you lunged too soon
Another heartbreak for you
I cannot say nor have I way of healing that fresh wound
Seems to me like salt and sea are all a man could need
Racing around mountain ledges (knees raw and skin red)
Sunshine lover I would call you down
Gladly share your bed
You say I am too soft, too wrinkled
Worn down from loss's toll
I know better now than to lose my temper
When all I have ever really wanted was a hand to hold
I cannot compare to an idea if I myself am not imagined.
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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