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 Mar 2019 Of the Olive Tree
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i havent stopped crying since 9pm on that sunday
my eyes are raw and heavy and my hand is still bruised from unresolved anger issues
i can't remove the reason why because it's all around me
music whispers your name between lines
the breeze carries your soft hands over my skin
and every once in awhile a stranger will smell like you
but it's not you
and it won't be for awhile
until the day comes that i can kiss you and not sink into the ground
i will be sitting at the same beach that you told me you loved me
waiting for the tide to come in
and you with it
not the best maybe not the worst
 Feb 2019 Of the Olive Tree
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They give me a reason to breath
The liquor i bleed is the manifestation of the countless nights i couldn't leave
My honor is the night sky i share with you
The stars we all whisper to know your names more than the moon
Because when my arteries throb and my lungs burn
You bury my head in the sand for protection and hand me the earth
So when i tell my words to come softly
it's because i need them to be heard
by the people i'm living for -
the ones i can't hurt
i'm tired of writing about forgotten love so this is for the real love of friendship

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