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light bulb hearts.the shrubbery looked like sheep / pale like your grandmother before she died / and I climbed though the hills to find you

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i need a scalpel for the stubbornness in mesome parts of ourselves we simply can not keep / like cancer and wisdom teeth / and it hurts so badly to cut them out

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lavender sunrise.I've been in a lavender melancholy / and I think my bones are the bows of violins / to some symphony my heart plays

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an iceberg falls in love with the sun.i feel like i am the sun and you are an iceberg / i can not touch you / and still you beg me to

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breakfast.you make me smile like maple syrup does kindergardeners on a saturday morning / and i don't mind if my fingers get sticky / lets mold cake batter into whatever shape the clouds make

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please be careful with my metaphors.I’ve been trying to rearrange letters to make sounds that unfortunately don’t translate into anything meaningful / and I’ve been drawing out diagrams to display the small fraction of insight that my heart has decided to be generous with / I am as in the dark as you are

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two minute poem.i am so tired, but so not tired. / i have grown tired of it. / i am walking away from sharpness

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today, sunday is for reading poetry.today, sunday is for reading poetry / but yesterday was for breathing heavy / maybe tomorrow is for walking

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fragments in understanding no.3is it fair not to write, / from fear of becoming / that babbling co-worker

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04.04.13.an air of disappointment in the breath before I speak. sorry Im not strong enough to bring this out from underneath. you can see it spelled in black, behind the things that I sing. then lack of explanation, intention and retreat. forgive me, im cryptic, all of this is new. I’m learning how to walk again but I can’t keep up with you. let me lie down, let me sound a smile in your ear. tie it up like puppet strings and pull away my fear. / because the moon carries a fresh terror, and I’m taunted in my sleep. for what i hide from myself, what im faced with in my dreams. an uneven change of pressure in the space under my chest, failing to contain those little broken breaths. / now promises are pennies to me, I melt them for their zinc. can’t take your glassy eyes on me as I’m standing on brink. dark blue sky and last month’s winds, in the air under my palm. you’re in the window ‘cross the street and im half way gone. trembling in fear, desperate screams from two floors down, I’m shaking, making heavy steps, to an awful heaving sound.

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