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 1d Dency
Zywa
I breathe calmly and

open myself to you, whom --


I do not know yet.
Collection "Without reserve"
 1d Dency
Kalliope
I'll speak your name

until it's not pretty anymore

Until it's so sharp and so distorted

it burns my cheeks like acid.
It's what I'm good at, I'm told.
 1d Dency
Jamie
I don't like to admit
how much I fear the people

everyday interactions
send me to spiral

I dissect your words until
they are rotting and fowl
Your smile
Lights the brightest
Fireworks.
You ignite explosions
spectacular
in my midnight sky.
 1d Dency
Ruslan
Like so it went go to know, is you from a get is well,
Kiss you if went so it be, look forever to my dee.
Is and so its you from rash, is-is is is is-is of,
Set o way to much went is, like its well to get my teach.
Go its well you from to get, that way do it you a need,
Like so much me is you if, kiss you from to get my give.
Is me o you kiss like it, is is well is willing sell,
Like so well it very tell, me if you and so in mell.
Set and so you from to get.
You
I write and write
It is my lust
It is my fury
But on some days like this
I wonder
Do they mean anything to you?
I can't trust you,
To whom "I love you"
Has nothing to do
With the things you do.
magnolia’s cream-mottled cheek
   marking yet another bygone era
   plunked into the abyss as sorrow
   burrows into us, roots that become

our prisons / our refuge, the delirious
journey into what we've come
     to recognize as our shadow selves'
   last fragments of a fallen season

that last slanted sunset reflected off the lake
hinting with its brilliance at what we simply
could not admit to ourselves. The expanding
distance between us we hide in and seek thereafter
I thank thee for the sun
It brightens up the darkest day
I thank thee for the rain
It feeds  trees plants and flowers in our terrain
I’m grateful for it all
The wind may call
We have it all in our summer

But in the winter
I thank thee for the snow
Because you know
I love it so

An Autumn breeze is so nice
When the golden leaves just show
And when they drop
A carpet of golden leaves will grow

But spring is beautiful
When the little lambs are born
Bouncing in the fields
Together but never fore-lawn
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