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The Bucketlistgive me love because lately I've been trying to tie a ribbon in my mouth. I forget too soon all the lessons i learned from leaving the south. / i bend over backwards and open my chest in a position to bring it to rest like Prima the Ballerina. My fingers ***** the empty air as if to pluck a rosy twang from a long bow I just imagined. my circumference dissipates to reveal my core, wake up not any more in a beaten trailer, but a nest full of hope. / i'm wearing a black body suit and i finally have strength to stand on my toes. My point is I wish I had stood up for myself.

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Hide and Seek1. I was outside shoveling horse **** considering the more **** I piled up, the less you'd deal with when you came home. / 2. I woke up every night at 2, unfamiliar to having the bed all to myself, curled around a pillow like a buoy far from shore, sea sick in the choppy water, my vision reduced to abstract smudges. I focused on what must have been your silhouette as I gulped cups of salty water half a mile into the ocean, exhausted and drowning. / 3. Medicinal marijuana alleviates anxiety. I won't swear on depression, I believe, there are four types of depression. Blue dreams are most desirable, every day for 8 months.

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southern hospitality;You have to laugh a little at yourself when you've made so many attempts / to appear calm and strong, proficient and valuable. / Of course,

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Painting is pleasure1. I woke up too early, when outside the sky a pearl hue and the curtains ghostly white, a dreamy mist hung over my covers, I did not want to be enslaved by the unforgiving hour of first light, but my eyes had peeked anyways, and I felt this deep burning desire to run before it consumed me. / 2. It consumed me. My meager thoughts begged to perform, we couldn’t stop seeing beasts in the hunt, the moon curled up in the corner of the page, this tight feeling in my neck, my *** squeezed tight, and my stomach gurgles. I’m hungry and there’s no food and there’s no money. There’s leftover wood and paint. / 3. Too ignore my hunger, I knelt down by my bed, at night where I imagine a pornstar playing with herself, so I could not fear the animal, or the ravenous beast. And I started to finish painting on the wood.

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Free SpiritShe jumps over cracks, there's an echo she is following / "I can hear you!" / She's awakening, she calls out to love

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Strong Themes."My reality will never live up / to my fantasy" / - MS MR

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Only love. / . / .

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FaithMy eyes move over the broad hills / and feeding cows with little interest / what flows through me

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nounsDeep in these moments of silent reveries memories are all that remain. It was snowing so hard the wind looked like italicized apologies on a break-up note. Luckily, the hot air is blasting, chipping your expensive no make-up make up. There at a stop sign on the street perhaps waiting for the bus, two girls laugh, they are hanging on to each other for support as they laugh, their laughter creating billows of steamy joy. I thought I'd crack under their warm and comfortable togetherness, instead I let go of the breaks and lurched forward. There was this faint tug persistent that back there was a life reminder: it's not those who have everything but who make the best of everything.

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starseedsPoetry is alchemy, choosing to put your spirit / and passion into all the words, and what's more / to see it explode, to see it corrode

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