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Pitifully shuffling into a pointless destination
Trembling limbs stained grey from old habits
My purpose of life is decaying, following a map with no lines
Speaking with  liquid eyes, unable to face  the truth
These walls are so bare, our bed is stamped with your smell
Sleep has become minuscule and when it does come the dreams rattle me so
I'm lacking oxygen and I could give a ****
The smell of jasmine will not escape my nose
Everyday is a scar and you're just a ghost  that haunts my spirit
I'm back to my bottom shelf selection
You're cordially invited to my scrutinize my demise
Biting my nails at the age of three
Peach fuzz is what you called it
You sick *******
Why is it I'm the one living inside a grave ?
My sock monkey in my arms
Still have sand in my  bathing suit
I see red but  not sure from where
I try and bury myself ,but I can't hide
The waves today were the ones I wanted to carry me away
The birthing ground is overcome with disease
Plucking poetry from the sea
Whiskey fed shutters pounding against me
My flesh spasms
My arms spread wide out following my track marks
You'll be so proud of me
I will let you love me

I don't need  to love me not tonight
I placed my fear of death into a jar
We can float upon the magic dust
A night we will never forget
I see footsteps in your eyes
Put on your bird tongue
With your beak , peck away at my yellow teeth
We were  street light drinking
Stretching our years not our tears
Putting down roots to make our home
Sticking to church pews stained with sin
As shadows were traced in a golden inkwell
Grasping the map just to hold me down
As the indigo moon chimes against the trees
Mother nature tells her story to me
Freckles etched across her dusky face
Wearing a flowing sundress standing barefoot on the stones
Hair with cornsilk weeds radiating in the breeze
A gap between her teeth and rosebud lips
With sun bleached eyes and a far away stare
Barriers of sea glass form along the kaleidoscope  shores
I love picking beach glass. I go alone and allow myself to be in the moment. I imagined this is what the sun and and breeze would look like to me. I also believe this is how their relationship would be. I spend hours doing this and get lost in myself. Before I know it's dark and the moon is speaking to me.
My weak voice visited me today
It took me by surprise, it had been so long
You pull me to your trousers
Your sprouting and squirming
Firm and aggressive
Bucking your hips ,mouth ******* me
You tighten your grip on my neck
As you smolder my visceral, it will never be admissible
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