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A convulsing mess in woman's clothes.I shake, / I drip / drip
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Mar 29, 2011
A creature came.A creature came and she took your name / and strewn it out across the lane / and said- "how does it feel to breath again?"
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Jan 27, 2011
A lease on a loved one.May I / borrow / you
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Jul 26, 2011
Angry in guarded words.Sit down, review, respond / isn't this what we do? / complements are thrown
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Mar 22, 2011
A pair of gloves; you are my definition.I venerate and hold memories / That cover my hands like you did / Conforming to my flesh and warming me
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Apr 18, 2011
A story of you; I can't sleep. Part I.Do you remember when there was no such thing as time and we were all that were? Sitting, laying, touching, laughing, and loving one another in-between my life and yours. Your life, your family and your home; years that defined you, people who loved you and a refuge from humanity and all that was false in your eyes, your dark lovely eyes. And mine, stability built up from a cliffs edge, devotion and love- caring for blood that defined what home was to me; no walls or place. Moments and feelings that I treasure and recall are what we have, and I find that they are not enough to fill the days without you... / My dreams of a family, of solid ground, that I won't be left alone or forced to roam as so many have before me. I wonder about your dreams and what they might be. But our time has been too brief; I barely know you. But I do know of you and some parts come through our distance and space. Which lead me to believe that you don't have dreams, not truly, not like I do. Just as your sleep is not visited by flashing pleasantries, your conscious state isn't either... / Is it?
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May 9, 2011
A story of you; I can't sleep. Part II.She had meant for it to come out as a fact, immovable and unwavering. / But when she looked into his eyes and said / "We will see each other in three months," it sounded as unmeant questions do; lacking and without command of reality.
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May 9, 2011
A story of you: part I.Do you remember when there was no such thing as time and we were all that were? Sitting, laying, touching, laughing, and loving one another in-between my life and yours. Your life, your family and your home; years that defined you, people who loved you and a refuge from humanity and all that was false in your eyes, your dark lovely eyes. And mine, stability built up from a cliffs edge, devotion and love- caring for blood that defined what home was to me; no walls or place. Moments and feelings that I treasure and recall are what we have, and I find that they are not enough to fill the days without you...
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May 8, 2011
Beautiful Mistakes."How'd you get so messed up?" / That's one way to put it / I've always tried to learn from your experiences.
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Apr 2, 2013
****** finger.I cannot stop you from / Slicing through the flesh / To bring searing the pain
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Oct 11, 2012
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