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Lakin Feb 2016
with this pen in
my hand
and your warm fingers
filling the
spaces between mine,
I swear
upon the stars
that we
will never die.
Lakin Feb 2016
I cannot ignore
my watercolor dreams
of foreign places
and their local
eyes puddled in
mystery and a
sense of youth;
all of which
make a desperate
calling to bring
me back to
the sprawling hills
of everywhere.
  Jan 2016 Lakin
its gonna make sense
to fly,

you must learn
how to

crawl

©IGMS
lesson #1 from butterfly

allow the process to take
and practice slowly
only then, you can truly fly

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Lakin Jan 2016
remnants of old
conversations
mimic forgotten
fossils, and I
spend my sacred time
sifting through the remains,
trying to find what
exactly we left behind.
sigh
Lakin Jan 2016
Death sat upon her chapped lips
while midnight crept up, still
with intentions to capture the sun.
I hope this sounds just as good written down as it does in my head.
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