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I’m swallowed by a cerulean sea
Different shades of blue implemented in the corners of my mind
Betwixt my pneuma
A reverend call;
Black satin and fingers longing on it's cloth
It is a slow dance with death
a  polite yet torrential downpour
and no one man can revive
after the tears fall
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I walk every day, hand in hand, with a little six year old girl. Other people can’t really see her, she doesn’t stand out because she already is out of place. 6. She tries to tell me that I should be like her, she says it whenever I'm sad . She sings melodies about the sunshine and the trees because she can finally remember those good things.  And she feels happiest when she knows of her youth because she can live in it forever. I want you to know I tried to scare this little girl off, I told her go away and stay in her own space, but she said no and had a fit. She has the personality of a lion. This girl, she looks exactly like me, but she doesn’t have bags under her eyes and she doesn’t slouch. She always stands up straight and her eyes glisten all day long. I’ve noticed once night time hits day, and the whole world is asleep, she has trouble doing the same. She scares away the stars at night; she doesn't know how to welcome the dour. She drives away the moon in fear. I noticed that we are alike in that way. We thrive in the sun and in the blue sky. We’re one person but sometimes it feels as though we are two. She acts like time never passed, and almost convinced me that we are combating time. Sometimes I tell her I wish I could. She tells me by living, I do.
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Sometimes with the Heart
Seldom with the Soul
Scarcer once with the Might
Few—love at all.
Oh juvenile and incandescent,
the weight grows within my chest,
I finally Feel again,
and it is for a girl
nonetheless, I try not to
My heart pounds, no longer beats
An immeasurable affliction!
A girl.

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