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Jurtin Albine Sep 2016
the physical form
performing in the moment—
perfection captured
Jurtin Albine Sep 2016
the song played the soul—
whatever the virtue is
music takes its hold
Jurtin Albine Sep 2016
cold balmy breezes,
chapped lips, shivering skin—
remembering warmth
Jurtin Albine Sep 2016
Humanity is a ****** up fiend
looking for it’s next score…

I think I just tore
whatever there was left to tear.

Please put me back in your stare,
I do not mind if you glare.

My righteousness was not enough to keep me here,
nor you there.

I wish I didn’t have to find it this hard to care…

...I could never be an untrue phrase;
you would lie to save your face
for a friend who will leave you
before your final days.

Do you care?
Not in the least.

Did I?
Only when I could gaze upon your personal space…

Fracture and harmed,
another passer by with something to say.

Everything is wrong,
nothing is left undisplayed.

Thank you for your time of day
I thought yours’ precious...

on the other hand,
mine IS a waste.
Jurtin Albine Sep 2016
hearing a whisper,
she's secretive in showing. . .
spoken silence; heard
Jurtin Albine Sep 2016
fruit fly buzzing by~
in the corner of my eye•
insignificant
Jurtin Albine Sep 2016
during a droughts days
the sun shines saddening rays—
newly formed rain; smiles
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