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I wish I was a gypsie. 7
Red and purple and blue and gold. 8
Freedom of a free culture. 7
I could dance all day long. 6
Wash my clothes in the river. 7
I would live on the road. 6
I would find a girl. 5
We could have gypsie ***. 6
And make gypsie love. 5
Living my life, 4
As I decided. 5
Pickpocketting, 4
**** the law; 3
I'm a gypsie 4
I live free. 3
"I live, 2
I take things, 3
I live." 2
Free 1
Gypsie 2
Free. 1
Poem I wrote in a diner alone.
  Jun 2014 McKenzie Spehar
alex kennedy
I'd like to meet you the way our lips have.
I'd like to speak to you
because your body is a language I want to be fluent in.

our lips parted and you left me in addiction.
I've been ordering skin and tonic every night,
I kiss people so hard hoping to forget whose air I'm breathing
because  I just might not recall that you are all i want to inhale.

I don't think you understand
I would reinvent the world for you.
Just so we could live in places
where our hands would fit into spaces
like puzzle pieces, and magazine faces.

But I cant, my sand castles dry out and
blow into the wind disappearing among stardust.
I can not stop the red sea from parting,
just like I can not stop our lips from parting
and unfortunately I can not stop your soul from departing.
This is a short poem on wishing you could fit in someones life so badly.
McKenzie Spehar Jun 2014
The taste of bile
Tears slipping down ashen cheeks

Please don't flinch away
Not when we've shared so much
May 31-June 1, 2014
McKenzie Spehar Jun 2014
Some things can't be said out loud.

Maybe not never, but not now.

"I love you."

Not now.
May 31, 2014
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