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olive-richardson
i trace my fingers down your back and plant seeds for spring the roots of your hair tainted golden in the morning sun you rise like a kite then fall suffocating my every breath i tenderly slip my hands into the vines of your fingers growing around my waist and binding to my ribs your eyes deep and warm melting my every movement
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Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 7:37 PM UTC
Untitled
keep me safe make me new hide me in the spaces in your arms keep my skin from grazes and cracks we'll lay in the spaces where no one looks where the sun can't taint the colours of my eyes where dust can't rest upon my arm where frost can't seal my lips
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Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 8:01 PM UTC
sanctuary
2 dead. 7 injured people names words. A man on the train, a husband sat at the kitchen table reading Will it stop? These words leave no answer only a faded image an unhesitant headline a dark message A man stops his hair dripping with sweat or blood no streetlights just the glint of a barrel pointed, poised a moment a thought I do wonder if they had read the morning news
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Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 5:07 PM UTC
the news
i cant quite see you. the fogginess. the tainted softness clouding every angle every perspective every eyelash. every flaw molded. melted into silver dissolved in a glass of water
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Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 4:32 PM UTC
beginnings
nothing lasts forever for if it did that song would never reach its final note that hot cup of coffee would still burn my throat that cigarette would still burn at my fingertips and the feelings you had would still be there
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Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 6:23 PM UTC
Ending
5am mornings, we lay under coffee stained sheets with whispered words and promises and peppermint toothpaste kisses leaving scars on my skin 7am mornings, we lay my head resting on your chest until you leave for the day with rushed goodbyes and kisses on cheeks your smell left lingering 10am mornings, i lay waking to the sound of raindrops on windows with tired eyes and a heavy heart my arm left resting in the place where you once were
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Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 1:30 PM UTC
5am