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The moon light shines on us,
Making us glow.
We are two bodies,
With one soul.
You kiss my lips,
I want more.
You hold me close,
I can't let go.
You whisper sweet things to me,
That make me soar.
We are bonded by love,
That can't be torn.
I can't help but admire
The masterpiece the universe bestowed upon me
In the form of a human
My mind flows with perfect images of you
Of us

I can't help but admire
The way your eyes capture mine
In a lenghty stare off
Although you catch others
The exact way

And I can't help but love
Your gifted passion
Your voice in action
Your way of holding me like I'm broken
And I can't help but love you
you can't
catch a ttypo,
with a btterfly
knet.

that's y
we hve
spell
Czech.
It knocked on the door like an
unwanted friend

There was no escaping it

The sadness was back

And this time

You weren't here

To

Save me
 Oct 2016 Emma Langford
M Clement
And just like that,
         He's back to square one
                Feeling a lowly sort of depressed
         He thought was over
Oh so long ago
Welp, tonight's been great.
A Good Set of Bicycle Lights

Strap white to the handle bar
                             red to the seat post

of your worrisome bicycle
                            a fixed gear nightmare, these nighttime

streets lay in wait while I lay waiting to be pierced
           by the call that never comes
       with a bit of luck.

Old light from distant stars
                       at the edge of my
                            galaxy of fear

arrives as pinpricks a reminder
                       your new orbit free
                                of my nettlesome gravity.
kindness as no cost its there to give away
something that is needed every single day
let the kindness show it is there to share
with each and everybody each and everywhere.

give it to the needy and the lonely to
just a little kindness as so much it can do
it dosent have a cost it is there for free
fill the world with kindness the way that it should be
 Oct 2016 Emma Langford
maggie W
There’s no place, for you

To land a hand

Even when I’m desperate

No place for your propaganda,

Because I’ve already been brainwashed by

All your ideology of Beat generation

You made it , congratulation, but you should ask:

How do I know find out about your scheme?

Well, you teach me on thing:

Inscrutability leads to plausibility.
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