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Puddles of *** and self reflectionI want him like a frozen stick of butter wants a hot knife... / Cut into me, leaving a salty trail of melted **** in his wake... / Every hard part of me begs this release,

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wrapped in his warmth with a wandering mind...I do believe the universe brings us what we want. / There are just not many things that are wanted / in such a way that I wanted love.

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wading through hope and ****Ignorance and divinity are both vomiting over my mind, while i stand below them wondering if I should even bother to duck. / I don’t know. / I don’t know.

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I found some more dirt in the corner yesterday.I found myself stuttering yesterday... / clumsily tripping, fumbling, / over words.

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Rain Haikuat long last comes rain / washing clean air, earth and soul / green, she comes again

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Cowardess or Bravery... I just don't know.I weighed it. Took measure, found the fears / separate, but equally crushing. / *This is my fault.*

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questioning the insides: who are you?child. naive. aware. enlightened. / warrior. stubborn. suspended. restraint / chameleon. encompassing. everything. lacking.

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reading the newsbeginnings bring / everyday anger / setting slings

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Ferocity of LoveWhen i was younger i saw a painting entitled “the ferocity of love”. It was all awash in crimson and bright ****** reds, with streaks of yellow and black. At the time i thought it was for passion. Hot red passionate love. That is what love is when you are young. / Years later, after the birth of my daughter, i was taken by surprise. Starring into her wide grey eyes i felt a sudden and surprising darkness in my bones. *(I was prepared for motherly love, pride, soft happy joy, hormone induced highs and lows, but not this sudden darkness)*. It was deep, and angry. / **It was rage.**

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too soft to be spokenlittle love letters / emanate through fingertips / and soft kissing lips

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