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  Jan 2019 MawaLin
Eleanor Sinclair
Do you ever wonder
if the painter
tires of his colors?
MawaLin Dec 2018
There are parts of me that I am still learning to accept.
It's in the roots of my hair,
Embedded under my skin,
It darkness my knees,
On the bridge of my nose,
Rolls off my tongue
To the alignment of my toes.
And as I grow, they too grow with me.
MawaLin Nov 2018
Us
I fear for myself
Thus, I fear for you.
MawaLin Nov 2018
And when you left
I overwatered all your flowers
MawaLin Oct 2018
Her most deadliest weapon,
Is carried in her silence.
MawaLin Sep 2018
When I have grown tired
of exploring worlds,
and exhausting the stars...
I will finally find something
that will ignite the fires
of my heart,
and set ablaze
the embers of my thoughts.
I will only then abandon my solitude
to let someone in,
to roam with me
in the cosmos of my soul.

You showed me that the universe is always expanding.
MawaLin Sep 2018
My cards are on the table,
will you read
or will you fold?
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