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Feb 2014 · 676
smile
betsy Feb 2014
please do not smile
it's captivating, my dear
not at me, nor her
Feb 2014 · 427
blue
betsy Feb 2014
don't you just hate it
when he wears that one blue shirt
that matches his eyes
2/20/14
Feb 2014 · 423
good morning
betsy Feb 2014
she awakens every morning to repeat the same routine

she brushes away the webs of beauteous constellations covering her body to pull on her skin, protective sheet from the world around

she takes the moons and suns from sockets in her skull and in their place go the eyes, condemning herself to only seeing what is in front of her

she spits out every creative word streaking across the air, in a flash of light, to put in the teeth that allow her to repeat after you

she must remove the black hole of thoughts from within her head and replace them with facts, equations

she awakens every morning to repeat the same routine

changing from galaxy to girl
betsy Feb 2014
his chest flannel clad
so soft you almost reach out
can't touch won't touch you
2/18/14
Feb 2014 · 434
vice grip
betsy Feb 2014
tiny china hands
hold your beating heart
in a vice grip
allowing it only to beat
on her accord

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