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Her words were sweet melancholy

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Jul 16, 2017

Jul 16, 2017 at 1:19 AM UTC

detached-dreamer

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Her words were sweet melancholy

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She sealed her fate in a written word Singing of a poets undying love He laughed, And ran his fingers across their blue-inked stories Enjoying the gift of his beloved writer.

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Sep 11, 2016

Sep 11, 2016 at 11:47 PM UTC

detached-dreamer

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She sealed her fate in a written word Singing of a poets undying love He laughed, And ran his fingers across their blue-inked stories Enjoying the gift of his beloved writer.

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I felt our hearts beat together in rapid unison. Our hands, his hot and mine cold Wrapped together Fingers interlinked Woven tightly As if we were afraid Of coming undone.

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Sep 6, 2016

Sep 6, 2016 at 12:42 PM UTC

detached-dreamer

Intimacy

I felt our hearts beat together in rapid unison. Our hands, his hot and mine cold Wrapped together Fingers interlinked Woven tightly As if we were afraid Of coming undone.

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He says I am colourless and uncaring. A fleeting passage, dog-eared and left upon the mounting dust of a bookshelf. He says he will re-visit me later. That he will always savour the taste of my words as they settle sweetly upon chapped lips. But when blood blossoms upon my torn pages and stories are lost beneath scarlet ink. Still, he does not come back to see me.

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Apr 16, 2016

Apr 16, 2016 at 5:59 PM UTC

detached-dreamer

The book you'll never re-visit

He says I am colourless and uncaring. A fleeting passage, dog-eared and left upon the mounting dust of a bookshelf. He says he will re-visit me later. That he will always savour the taste of my words as they settle sweetly upon chapped lips. But when blood blossoms upon my torn pages and stories are lost beneath scarlet ink. Still, he does not come back to see me.

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I hope you are in my next life, And the one after that Because even when we are different beings, With different names And different features You will always be my favourite soul.

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Apr 15, 2016

Apr 15, 2016 at 9:46 PM UTC

detached-dreamer

Soulmates

I hope you are in my next life, And the one after that Because even when we are different beings, With different names And different features You will always be my favourite soul.

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cracked china vase seep through the crevices glue it shut glue it even tighter pools of water sink to the floor sweep it back in sweep or it's too late roses laid strewn spread in every direction put them back in For Gods Sake, Put Them Back In

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detached-dreamer

Apr 15, 2016

Apr 15, 2016 at 4:56 PM UTC

freegalio

bouquet

cracked china vase seep through the crevices glue it shut glue it even tighter pools of water sink to the floor sweep it back in sweep or it's too late roses laid strewn spread in every direction put them back in For Gods Sake, Put Them Back In

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My first country shook with vigor Collided with the thrashing sea I stayed because it was all I knew I stayed because it was home

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Apr 15, 2016

Apr 15, 2016 at 4:13 PM UTC

detached-dreamer

Homeless

My first country shook with vigor Collided with the thrashing sea I stayed because it was all I knew I stayed because it was home

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I choose not to step out in front of the oncoming truck like some flighty whitetail deer beside a lonely highway flat-lining through the Badlands I hold the perimeter respect the irrevocable delineations of love honor the ground that roots evergreen place my trust in lapis blue

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detached-dreamer

Apr 5, 2016

Apr 5, 2016 at 9:51 PM UTC

denel-kessler

Boundary

I choose not to step out in front of the oncoming truck like some flighty whitetail deer beside a lonely highway flat-lining through the Badlands I hold the perimeter respect the irrevocable delineations of love honor the ground that roots evergreen place my trust in lapis blue

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His hands brushed across the open air. He sighed, letting his lungs fill with the night. "The earth will be my canvas, so long as the sky is eternal." And so he fell into the darkness, Until he became a cluster of stars. The masterpiece he sought.

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Mar 3, 2016

Mar 3, 2016 at 9:55 PM UTC

detached-dreamer

Creativity

His hands brushed across the open air. He sighed, letting his lungs fill with the night. "The earth will be my canvas, so long as the sky is eternal." And so he fell into the darkness, Until he became a cluster of stars. The masterpiece he sought.

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