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107Every winter I freeze / In the tracks of Atlantic avenue. / Feathers shower the ground
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Jun 29, 2013
10 wYou kissed away the scratches, / turned them into rose petals.
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Oct 8, 2013
12:15Each streak of sun / Is softer then the next / Except for your ray,
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Sep 17, 2013
7:52 pm, thoughts about livingPeople are so scared to be forgotten that they engrave there name on benches beside the words "in memory of" as if in some way they may live on through metal plastic and wood. In a room full of strangers is anyone themselves? Maybe just everyone. Yourself is unattainable when surrounded by others. A tree is pure and strong until it is climbed and chopped. Many would rather the abuse instead of solitude. To be alone is not lonely, it is full. To be full is lonely unless it is shared. To share a mere sliver leaves two hungry stomachs. Instead, remain in solitude until bliss and self reliance is achieved. Once you can be alone with no guilt or burden, then you are ready to open your veins to the blood of another.
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Jun 19, 2013
Abroche su cinturonWake up already. / I've been staring at the scratch on your neck since half past three. / You look strangely similar
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Aug 18, 2013
A five word love storyYou are in every flower.
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Jun 29, 2013
A love letter to the sky (10 w)Somber and sympathetic, / the rain spoke patterns / you never could.
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May 9, 2013
An ode to ediblesStained tea kettle howled / almost as loud as we did / one cool November night
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Jun 2, 2013
A RealizationDo you ever glance over your shoulder / when you visit our favorite coffee shop? / It didn't seem so far down the road when our hands were interlaced
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May 29, 2013
ArizonaThere's a place / between my veins / and bones;
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Mar 2, 2014
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