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eb Nov 2015
You are poetry to hold,
as bright as the moon above,
with every drip, a drop
until it sinks in...love.
you don't have *enough
eb Nov 2015
05
Why does this heart hurt so?
When in truth:
Why does my heart hurt for you so?
eb Nov 2015
I'm sorry I have feelings
that can't let you go.
For more unsent apologies: http://tinyletter.com/barelyemployed
eb Oct 2015
"This is real,"
said the voice,
"but no one can know"

"and no one will",
it continues,
"for no one knows
what is real anyway."
eb Oct 2015
No longer
imprisoned;
absolutely, purely
lost --
always suffering
Because we accept all the pain we can bear so others have less
eb Oct 2015
03
How did I                                  
    get here?                        

                                  How did we
                        reach this?
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