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I accept pain in all its forms
as love tokens;
they keep me from attachments
to the passing wonders of this world.
Blessing in disguise love knows all.
to sit on the grass is to sit with love-
love of grass because its grass-
and because its green-
and because its free-
and because its very existence is a confirmation of love
Whenever I walk
Alone, I walk
Serenely.

I take time to admire
My surroundings, feel
My bare feet against
The warm pavement,
The breeze playing
Through my hair, I
Imagine how my skirt
Must look, fluttering in
This sudden summer
Wind and how the flowers
Must see me, all tall and
Intimidating. Maybe
One of them is now
Falling in love.

As I walk, maybe I find
The sun too bright, so that
I skip from shade to shade
My feet finding comfort in
The darkened spots
Of the streets. Maybe
I imagine a dialogue inside
My head, between me and
Maybe you or him or
Her, and maybe, sometimes
It comes out
Out loud.

As I walk, I
Forget myself
And the world
Around my own
And it's no wonder
I can never get
Anything done.
As a Feminist
I am suppose
To burn all bras
Cut all that represses
Me, but I
Keep my bra close to
My heart. to keep
Myself bound, to keep
Myself from falling apart
To make sure it is not
Brutally pulled off
By another, again.

So when I slept
In your room I
Couldn't bring myself
To take my bra off
And woke up
The next morning
With a tight pain
In my chest.
It was a very young age
When the storm showed it's rage

Rain poured down on the, and they became sad.
But no one knew that it would ever be this bad

They went to a white room where they looked with dead eyes.
It never went anywhere, only pointless lies

The days dragged on and everything stayed the same.
It was always the same.

One day he looked at them and said
"Maybe life isn't for everyone."
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i want to climb to the tops of buildings with you
and look down
then at you
and feel like i just jumped
I can feel my patience
fading away
frustration with cold
and loud
and hot
and waiting
and hunger
I started tapping my
feet and fingers again
unrest for the weary
doubts and happiness
equally fleeting
disproportionately
resonating
through caverns
vast to hold
worlds
I have not maintained
patience falls ill
patience dies
patience waits for no one
I want all your brains and your dark side too~

I want everything there is to love about you!!!
I want to be your very best friend and always hold your secrets
especially with the way we like to play....

I want to know all about you every deep dark secret you hold....
leaving out anything with others .....all that doesn't need to be told...

I want to show you how much I love you and will show you each and every day......
Please come get ahold of me soon so I know you feel the same way...
please call me or something .....call my work and ask for me then when I come to the phone say nothing and I will know I should come find you......you don't need to say a word.....just say nothing for a minute or two and hang up.....
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