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Lana Lumia Mar 2015
On a chilly January night we snuck onto a playground.
We played truth or dare and laughed about the area being way too dark,
We questioned if maybe it wasn't safe to be in the park.
It was genuine, quiet; with nothing to hear but sirens, the sound of a soft breeze and our heartbeats
But, it didn't bother you or I.
Our shivering bodies wrapped in blankets,
we seemed to forget we were cold in the first place when our lips moved in perfect symmetry.
When I heard those honest and reassuring words you spoke as you held my hand in your car,
I felt like the walls so carefully built from my past regrets weren't being broken, but instead you were helping build a small gate,
To which only you have the key


and I wouldn't have it any other way.
It's 5:30am & I miss you.
  Mar 2015 Lana Lumia
JWolfeB
My joints have dislocated
Stretching out to find the truth
Finding empty bottles
Broken pencils from writing
and a whole lot of ghost poems  later

These times have left me with
Bones engraved by promises
Inscriptions I can't read
Dreams replayed on bad records
Grasping for relief of mind
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