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This feeling of being so honest is such a shock to my system
I can't remember the last time I was so open about  about my thoughts
I have been on an endless journey
Trying to discover someone who is exactly what you are
I know that whatever ******* I say
That you will be so truthful  no matter what you've been through that day
Maybe we're right
And life really does hate us
But it can't hate us that much
Otherwise it wouldn't have let me meet you.
This is dedicated to a very special German girl .You know who you are. I am eternally grateful. Thankyou for the time you have spent talking to me. Means more to me than you will ever know:)
 May 2014 IncadesentCat
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ask your blood
your limbs, your breathing feet
what Poetry is -
a phylogenetic anomaly
in light’s discontinuity

or just…
the strange yearning of hematopoiesis

ask the silence in your lungs
the bursting DNA, reinterpreted
how it allures memory inside your bones
how it treads conventions of sleep
with the weight of a sigh

if you ask me
what Poetry is
I’d say: breath calligraphy
a winged dream of depth
on enchanted retina
the bitter-sweet art of airy harmony

ask your hands
what Poetry is
perhaps they’ll take a moment
to bloom
It's like my sun
Don't shine
It's like my ride
Don't roll
Its like the only one thing
I love, don't love me no more
Its like my right
Goes wrong
Its like my Ice
Gone warm
Cause the only one thing
I love don't love me no more

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