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LN Aug 2014
You are a memory
that leaked from my mind
onto my shoulders.
You are now a burden.
  Aug 2014 LN
Edward Coles
She draws black wings to her eyes
in a green-wash reflection, light
cascading through the shutters
of the ceiling fan, whilst red lips
rehearse a smile for her lover.

He will hold her like a wallet as
they pay their way through town.
It has been months since she felt
human touch, mammalian warmth,
or whispers exchanged across the pillow.

His eyes are on the screen as she
undresses and then falls beneath
his weight on the mattress. An empty
thud, a hollow sound, as his night is
given purpose, and then falls to sleep again.

She lies awake and wonders where
her night went. There was laughter
across the table, drinks stirred with straws,
and UFOs painting pictures in the sky.
The sea roared in the distance like

a passing train, and so there must be
an escape to a far-off land for her
to start again. Start again beyond
waistlines, over coastlines, and all ties
to employment. To start again

with a half-naked lover, who will
watch as the wind kicks up her hair;
as her skin freckles once more
in the sun.
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LN Aug 2014
tonight there will be a storm
listen to my pages raging
with all the anger
i've culminated inside
i will no longer be satisfied with silence.
LN Aug 2014
maybe we like to write about nature
because there is a hidden longing
to be in harmony with it again.
LN Aug 2014
I have written pages about you.
Imagine what must go on inside my head.

My thoughts have given up on defending themselves.
Logic or reason couldn't save me from you,
and now I will have to surrender to my soul's calls.
LN Aug 2014
Time has stopped healing us,
we are our own medicine.
LN Aug 2014
I travelled to the homeland
to reconcile with my past.

I flew over miles of identities
to find my own.
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