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Clary Morgan Aug 2016
What is this moment worth waiting for?
Where is it, this place in time that starts my life?
When will it happen, this time to become someone new?
This time when I can cease and become a difference
Where is my choice or lack of it
When did change become the only thing I have?
When does my life begin?
Clary Morgan May 2017
You're fickle
You feel the world
And do more than survive it

Life is about dealing with pain
You live the pain and make it beauty
You become more

Everything has a chance
Sadness, wonder, death, love
Each can have a verse
When your a poet
Clary Morgan Apr 2016
We create worlds for the people we love.
Little un-burstable spaces of infinite time, those little one seconds that last days longer
Lost symbols of nothing before but now mean everything
Places only your world of two have seen before
Heavens made for picture frames to be locked away in album frames always treasured by the bliss retained
Dreams of long lost sights but stilled reached towards like green lights
We perfect these corny little alcoves of space just to remember how important it is to hold love and hold our loves to us.

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