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EngraftedIsrael
EngraftedIsrael
37/M/Belfast
She was forever Her lips Bled lipstick Dark hair Stormed Hearts wine throbbed Castled beauty etheral Ghostly girl Woolen scarf Returned all love Smoky *****
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Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 12:21 AM UTC
She was
But I am not you I could not understand The shock barely believed you Confessing his ***** hands It rolled off like water from duck And I think I have plumbed the depths And gone the distance But I am not you I don't know what its like To have been abused For you to believe that you didn't fight For all those years Im not sorry I cant understand Its a much much deeper remorse than that Clutching at my hidden fears But don't think that means we cant go there Or that I will chicken out and leave you crushed behind Never ever Please begin to trust yourself and take my hand And show me your strength The ebbs and flows You need to heal me into your pain I am not you You are beautiful You are strong You did fight But the war is long And here you are still on the front line Never backing down Advancing with time Warrioress For many years you were a soldier of truth in a battalion of one I need a medic My emotions have burst Someone stretcher me off Im not you But im here in the trenches Im not turning back We're in this We're buying time back I didn't really craft these words That's creepy They are just the truth unfiltered Im sorry there's no structure But who would want to build a monster Im not ashamed anymore of saying what I feel to you I am becoming you believe me
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Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 12:08 AM UTC
I am becoming you
We began to write The thoughts that crossed The line that we had written in the sand The boundary they sold us on these lands. And we’ve become the old age rising Understanding word beyond the spoken What can compare to the things we see? It feels like the simplest summer breeze. Some shot bolt found our heart the target No point to stem the steed now bolted The inky reed quivers in every hand I've come across these beautiful lines That you have loved into this sand.
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Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 9:44 AM UTC
LINES IN OUR SAND.