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Jackrabbit HeartLittle jackrabbit heart / Jackhammering at this brittle bone cage / Salty tears from all parts

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****** Ghost HandI want to cradle your heart in my hand.Let's trade hearts for a while.Let's steer this sinking ship to land.Let me bask in the glow of your smile. Let's get lost, run away together.Us - against the world, or with it - you choose.Let's enjoy this perfect weather.I don't know about you, but I have nothing left to lose. I am not skilled with words, at poetry,But I could give you playlist after playlistThat'd share my thoughts with you honestly- But you crushed my heart in your fist. I stare at the shattered remains;I asked you to hold up my heartBut instead you tore it apart.You took your heart back, and now all I have of youIs your blood on my pale ghost hand.

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Beautiful BoyI want to be that boy, in baggy tee and short shorts.Sinewy legs push off the ground;The ground pushes backAnd off he soars, leaps, races.When I ran, I ran away, butHe runs to. To what?Breathe in, gain, breathe out, pain. I breathed in razor bladesThat rattled and sliced down my throatAnd lungs and settled in my knees.They buckled and my feet achedAnd I wanted to stop breathing.His hair floats, smacks against his forehead, whipping him on.His sweat beads And tricklesDown his temple.He looks shiny and glowingAnd at peace with the world - A touch, no-nonsense intense peace.The ground pushed him but he pushed back.Gravity drags him down, but he fights itAnd he's FreeFor a few seconds.Long enough to feel, see, be clearly.I want to be like that beautiful boy.

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It Was BeautifulThe instrument, black and shiny silver,Produced a sound louder than I would've ever imagined.You played with such passion, such care, such concentration:It was beautiful.Your shy smile when you took a breath, flipping the page:It was beautiful.The piece, so unfamiliar and fluid and yours:It was beautiful.Sitting on that uncomfortable black chair,I felt like I was in the most comfortable place on Earth,Staring alternately at your face, the instrument,The clock- I had to go so soon - I told you"It was beautiful."You said you made so many mistakes,But I didn't care, becauseIt was beautiful.

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