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 Nov 2019 atticus wilson
Lexie
Bad dreams will come again
These are my oldest friends
Reoccurring nightmares
Ancient truths, older dares
Between floor and pillow
I'm running on wet concrete
Let me sleep
 Nov 2019 atticus wilson
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Poetry is not about
How many words
You write

But rather
What words
You write

 Nov 2019 atticus wilson
Lexie
Quiet
 Nov 2019 atticus wilson
Lexie
Flower carcasses hanging on opaque walls
Ego death coffin doors slammed shut
Thinly veiled ghosts of love
Hanging between whisps of curtains
Moon light refuses to touch
Paper dolls scattered
Open window breezes
Sit in the quiet, listen in the dark
Hear faintly beating
The silence of my heart
 Nov 2019 atticus wilson
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Her soft lips
Pressed against
My cold ones
As darkness
Was consumed
By light
And I felt
My broken soul
Start to mend
Not fully,
But it’s
Started to
 Oct 2019 atticus wilson
Lexie
Through the realms we go, to hell
Places that do not kiss and tell
Secret river, in hades realm
Bough to stern, a rocking helm
Deeper to a buring core
The fire of life burning ore
Specter, spirit, who can know
The darker way we go
Welcome to Scorpio season, witchy vibes.
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