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Old
Some people call me young
But to others, I am old.
How you see me depends
On the way my impression is sold.
I love

that look

in your

eyes

right before

you say

*goodbye
 Apr 2014 Reanna Horsley
Yasi
i was hoping that if you kissed me enough
in places where i thought i was dead

flowers would grow

but i am not a garden
and my dear,
you are far from a dose of fresh water and sunlight
I feel dead people. Their presence steams as would a boiling kettle without a lid. I just can not see them with my foggy eyes. I feel them sweating me.
In-authenticity. Human nature. Tea. 30w
 Apr 2014 Reanna Horsley
MKF
Bones.
Homes.
Hearts.
Minds.
All of these,
Must someday break.
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