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I'm
strong
enough
but
sometimes i wish for just
someone to love
and for them to love me back
perhaps
thats too much though
It would make you smile
glitter and pretty
no mumbo-jumbo
but it would be costly-

the dental implant
with components three-
the crown, the abutment (bridge)
and the *****-like implant-post---the trinity!

poor old-age pensioners
already plagued by rising utility
costs are struggling from
every town and county-

Aussie Government budget is in deficit
sinking in billion-dollars debts---not interest-fee
its announcement to the public recently:
'No funding for faulty teeth---just brush them properly!'
Rain frozen in time
Is a nature's beauty
A phenomenon
Called freezing rain
It glazes the lonely road
Decorated the dead trees
And sparkles in the slightest light
Equivalently
Its beauty is a mask
Masking the hazard it hids
Freezing anything in its path
Even birds can't escape its wrath
Through the slightest touch
Leads you to a graceful death
Freezing rain is the name given to rain precipitation maintained at temperatures below freezing by the ambient air mass that causes freezing on contact with surfaces. Unlike sleet, a mixture of rain and snow, ice pellets, or hail, freezing rain is made entirely of liquid droplets. The raindrops become supercooled while passing through a sub-freezing layer of air hundreds of meters above the ground, and then freeze upon impact with any surface they encounter, including the ground, trees, electrical wires, aircraft, and automobiles. The resulting ice, called glaze ice, can accumulate to a thickness of several centimeters and cover all exposed surfaces. The METAR code for freezing rain is FZRA.

Source: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freezing_rain
your sky is not my sky,
but sometimes we share
the same spot on earth.
hope stretches out
makes you dream
of faster, larger
synchronous,
stronger synapses
that show you
the same path
in different light,
that spans across
those past attempts
and future thoughts
still out of sight.
.
I want to enjoy you.
I want to sip you slowly.
I can't though,
because all I can think about
is the burn.

I think ahead to where
you grow bored
and find something
new and shiny,
younger and thin.

I don't want time to grow...
I know it's selfish.
I know it's all so crazy.
She was eight days old when I first blinked
She had seen the sun
The nurses that bathe
The milking breast
The beautiful tired mother
The man with a *******

I didn’t know her then
She didn’t know me then
But when I came to being
She had already been there

She took the lead
And stretched it further
The eight day advantage had compounded
when we met for the first time
Almost 15 years after I was born
And I’ve been in awe ever since
I’ve always been
a hopeless puppy around her

Today I called her with a broken heart
And she showed me hers
Hers was broken too
She told me not to worry
I told her not to worry

She has chopped her hair now
And bruised her ego
But she’s still here
And I’m still here
We’re still breathing
And nothing else matters
We watch as the big yellow moon rises
Fills the hearts with love
With memories, with nostalgia

I hope when I finally go
She gets eight more glorious sunrises
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