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 Jan 2016
Sydney Carter
And in the moments before she sleeps,
when thoughts begin to feel like dreams,
she often wonders to you.

She's a painter with her words,
but a clown with conversation,
so she stumbles through to give and take,
lost in ill translation.
So what she meant to say,
when she asked you every stupid question,
was she wished you longed to hold her close
with zero hesitation, and...

no ****** connotation.
Just the comfort of your touch.
 Jan 2016
Stef Baptista
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vying for oxygen
fighting for air
it felt like that when your hands were in my hair
but now you're gone and it feels like you didn't even care

— The End —