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Some people lie and some people steal
All in the hopes that their imaginations will become real
I looked at the faces in desk sitting adjacent from me.
My pain was pounding against the walls of head
I believed I wouldn't be able to keep it in.
I looked and for the first time
I saw something I have never seen before.
I saw others pain.
I saw the repercussions of inattentive parents.
I saw finger prints of long lost loves who never said goodbye.
I saw bruises about which they lie.
I saw scars hidden beneath sleeves
And tears dried on cheeks.
I saw everything
They didn't want me to see.
And suddenly the pain pounding against my head
Was no longer about me.
 Jan 2014 Francisco Ortiz
Akemi
Restless, you lie
Draped in autumn gold
You brush the dirt from your wings
And the leaves from your soul

You trail the night
Fire-flight through your skin
Brightest at the horizon
Distant and brief

Cold fire, wild love
Your passion spills over
Spills out
Cold desire, wild love
Your passion is dire
Count me out
7:41am, January 2nd 2014

I need someone I can trust . . .

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