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they    were      not      
     someone      you  
could        lust    over,  
they    were     fey,      
blood       not    running
   the     usual     way,  
they     made     me      
   dream    of    streams  
touched    by  moon
beams,    ice     cold    
  fields  at       dawn,      
every     season    I      
have    ever      known
breathing      within
    their     bones;    
dark      woods      were  
organs   once     stood;    
    each      touch    a    
   crunch      underfoot      
revealing   another        
layer  so       deep,      you    
doubt   you     will 
   ever      reach     the    
heart       of      its    beat.
lonely nights,
verbal fights,
no more flying kites,
blind to imaginary knights,
losing sight of light,
this doesnt seem right,
life is no longer a delight,
reality woke me up today telling me, "get the **** up, you're not a kid anymore." which was oh so lovely.
Are we too strong to survive the storms?
To hit the icebergs and never sink in never?
can the ship sail on to a glimpse of forever?
can we endure, can our feet carry us past the thorns?
Her soul a sky filled
      with twinkling stars
              eyes two pearly globes
of magnetic innocence
               with a red rose fragility
and floret fragrance
            even when she carries a
heart dotted with scars
   from painful inflictions during
       the battles of life
    fought and overcome
We must be
             bypassing
    each other
         along these
streets our
       eyes locked
      to our phones
     smiling to
the humour in
someone's
   consolation about
being single
           on their
  Facebook status
    otherwise
        what
            explains this
               delay in
               our encounter?
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