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Feb 2018 · 294
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eyes crossing whys
cries tossing
skies

the
weak
shall
inherit what


life don't drink
from
paper
cups

swallow what you breathe
eyes that lie beneath themselves
sees

sees sees sees

teach me from beyond
the
reads

whose mind was told
to gently unfold
every crease
every
crevice
of blood
that you
perish
why
lie
an
dine

in
the
flame

brandedstars are calling your name


the
only
strandedstars
are
in
shame

those stone glaciers
repent
to
my
name

your
grinders
edges
have
pulled you
from the flame

branded glaciers
are those teardrops
those that keep
me
from
going
in
sane
as my eyes crossing whys
?















...
..
.
drop
an
...
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Feb 2018 · 155
OC
OC
CALM
ha ha ha
?





















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..
.
maybe we
write song
ha ha
...
..
.
#ha
Feb 2018 · 75
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now from what
corners
of
the
earths
may you
approach
me

our perfection lies
in
Our
Creator


how further under
over
are
you
sheets
still tangled
Come with me
Alway remember
Love is born in us
Manifested on
the
Cross


now from what
?
who wrpte
the
word
...
..
.
Feb 2018 · 203
daily prayer huh
...
..
.
Our Father



Who Art
In
Heaven




Hallowed
Be
Thy
Name



Thy
Kngdom
Come



Thy
­Will Be
Done



On
Earth




As
It
Is
In
Heaven




Give
Us



This Day



Our
Daily
Bread


Forgive
Us



Our
Trespasses





As We





Forgive
Those



Who
Trespass
Against
Us



Lead Us Not
Into Temptation
But





Deliver
Us






From Evil











For
Thine






Is
The
Kingdom




The
Power




­And




The
Glory
Forever







Amen
?
























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.
question mark
to hold
up
...
..
.
Feb 2018 · 150
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another dream
she watches
me
sleep

she
holds my breath
my heart
to
keep

i
count
on her
kisses
rather
than sheep
she counts me

as
another's
dream
?











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..
.
what night
...
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Feb 2018 · 128
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take me
from
an
rip
to
an
tide
yeah yeah yeah take me
?













...
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.
beyond
your
...
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Feb 2018 · 171
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took another walk
in
the
pour
ing
rain
she took an tip cup
to feel my pain

fellas come a mocking
smoke ringing flames

walk with me
as
i
bind thier chains

futuristic look
ima
crawling
in
sane

love from the corner
ain't no love at all
look for me in nothing
more common
than
an
fall

witer passes by me
while my summers throw
snow *****

this
is
the only user name on site
that keep your only dream
wrapped up right

my arms are wider than the galaxies span

when we were born the nurse
grabbed my hand
shoved my head
back
in
the
womb

said

ima

telling you boy

molly isn't in your room
we turn my head and lick my lips
the nurse looked in my eyes
and her pink button
twitched
she said

your more galactic than my old man
she took me home
introduced
me
as
her
little
cannabal
pink part licking man
?
wanna get crazy with user names
be original
or
...
..
.
Feb 2018 · 355
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if an ****** is an bundle
of
sticks
lior *****
what molly
calls ****
read my
views
talk
to
who

sell your books
you clone like freaks
catching me sewn unique
bend you over
an
other


of
my
mountain peaks

think you know who

i
am

just because you say we
you got me confused for
the ******* and ******
me myself nor
i
do we
adore

take your money throw it in the stream
molly klaudic did was my dream

take her and me put us in the book
watch me stick her in her ***** hole
while you pay me to look

you have nothing better to do than fear
and think about me

you will plant nothing
but an furnace
of
trees

i
am
never alone
me myself nor
i

did
my
Heavenly Father clone

Stake an other sniff of reality
you could never get an grasp
on
the
depths


of
we

if
an
******
is an
bundle

of
what lior sniffs
baby bark
?
















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**** on that
...
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Feb 2018 · 119
hey mama
oh no
he
bout
made me
flash back
no
no
no
hey mama

delete me from
your trauma

put down that
extension
cord
you
taught me
to smoke ****
now your beating
me
oh
oh
oh
i
am
only 13
my mama
was really
mean
boo

boo
boo
boo

who are you
are you
cry
ing

hey mama

oh boy
turkey *** pie
Sunday
after


what
was

that onion
an
snack
sneak it
from under
your brothers
leaking pillow
fluff fluf fluff
fluffing its
back up
hey
mama
?















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..
.
Feb 2018 · 96
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we didn't ask her
her favorite colour
we
just
figured
it would be
the
colour
of my eyes
that's why we
don't ask her
she would
just make
me cry
remember
we didn't ask her
?










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..
.
Feb 2018 · 117
thank you
for touching me there
it has been awhile
hard to concentrate
through
all
this
hate

you said
nothing to me
you said it all
we feel you
pushing
my buttons
as my teardrops
fall

we tasted you
on
the
last one

hey where
are you
going
you
can't think
we were done

we will let you coose
my love can do nothing
but
thank you
?















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..
.
Feb 2018 · 113
her baby girls
smiles
are
really smiles
we seen
her
baby girls
?















...
..
.
for that picture
that was
there
...
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.
Feb 2018 · 94
Untitled
finding myself
untitled
once
a
gain

to the porch they cried
it's alive it's alive

you are an liar
fist to face
broke
to
nose

who knows who knows
who knows
we know
fist puffs up
from the circle
can you see me here
in
this
ring

she acquired my lips
for her first kiss
how sensual
it
was

it is
in
my
mind

we allowed her fragrance into our heart
she in turn
took from me

took from me

that legs be spread for pleasure
does that belong to you
he got angry
because
we
know
how to feel
he thought he did
we couldn't let
my
love
escape me

we kissed her just like that
just like that sound that comes
when you are ready to
get
pleasured

there has never been an female
that our lips have had an encounter with
that hasn't made that sound
that one sound you can really feel
other than that of horror or death
that what she offered me

she offered another
now we are having
an
really
hard time
finding myself
?

















...
..
.
on other sites
we have never really done the title thing
all poetry would
[do this]
box thing to my writes
my first line is my title
we have never set down
to just write an poem
and
actually knew where it was going
if this by chance makes it to your mind
welcome
...
..
.
Feb 2018 · 84
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he is over
writing for an day
may be forever

may be she will stay dead

that's ok

who are you

me

i
am
your

best
friend
nobody
take
my
hand
swallow me

paste over glue
her intentions blue
under
the
black
we allow

the
bruise

she walked with me on time
in hand held refreshment
funiest things
aren't
really funny
hind-sight
funny
me

she kisses me just write
we took her to an motel room
done her
on
my
bike

that's an motorcycle
to clarify with you ten speed fans
we never learned
to treat
an
woman
more than
with our hands

times have changed
here
i
am
searching for clovers
hearing only the words
he is over
?

















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Feb 2018 · 74
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he wrote
his last poem yesterday
he threw it off
an
cable stay bridge
she was watching
from down
below

mermading what he did

he saw her swimming
thought he would
take
the
chance

jumped from the bridge
landing in her
romance

she slapped him
with her fin
said
try
that
jump again

so up he climbed
to try it
one
more time

just as his feet left the ledge
his head bounced off the edge
blood trinkled as he fell
he couldn't
ever escape
that
mermaids death smell

she breathed
in
poetical scales
from an bridge he was smote
her love it so impales
only in poetry
can she
be
wrote
?















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..
.
Feb 2018 · 72
here let me watch
stop
writing
just for
you
think we wont
here
let
me
watch
?














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.
test
...
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.
Feb 2018 · 125
she used
the word *****
another she
called it
****

where had these
girls come from
he wonders

he was
smelling roses

the she's joined up
pushed me to
the ******
made
me
bleed

we got very very angry
they were running
we grab an
spoonbill
rod

zing

whack

off with she wig
one down
the
other just
turned the corner
we jump in our imaginary truck
spoonbill her from around the corner

whack

another wig down
climbing from
imaginary
truck

getting rope and duct tape

tying them together
now they are scrwaming in harmony
picking them up
they get drove
down
the
road

in
my
imaginary truck

my gardening tools in hand
we keep imaginary jokes dug for when we lose
our
imaginary mind

they were still screaming
thinking my name was
pleas or help me
silly girls
wonder
what
they
will
make me
say she used
?










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..
.
Feb 2018 · 77
here
hold my two dollars
when
my
thoughts
roll off
that
auction block
two dollars orta
getm outta here
?














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..
.
Feb 2018 · 236
that p word
is or was
for
confusion

title from title
bring scented kisses
was her real man
really that
brutal
touch
me
here
she was so tender


to
the
mouth

as
her
skin
let me
sink in

i can only speak for myself
the way she makers me feel
as
if
we
fly away

together

she spirals me at times
but my confidence
shall never be
shaken
she

shakes me here
there is no contradictions in love
my confidence could never be shaken
she has shaken me from my core
you will find me within her
she has always been
in
me

we have stood on shorelines with blotted sands
through storms
in
the
truest
of
dry
desert lands

from here to there we reach
she comes to me as an lady

we glady wash her feet
forget that p word
?
















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.
bubble
bath
...
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.
Feb 2018 · 116
my premonition
from wave to wave
how we
learn
to
say hi

hello miss
i
am
so sorry

we didn't know you were so sensitve
you approached me
as an ignorant man
in my ignorance
your feelings
escaped my mind
see we thought you were
as seasoned
as
i
please forgive me
for my haste
you have opened my feelings
to forgiveness
i true my would never want
to hurt or offend you
often times my words are found to late
we are but ametures here
i
am
but
an a mature
before you have me
banned or blocked
from your world
please

please

forgive me

ignore my
premonition
?
















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.
alone
alone
...
..
.
Feb 2018 · 166
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"GO AWAY NOW"
...
..
.
we wrote and asked
user name
krista delle femsumn
for 3 word that would prove
she was is
an
man
...
..
.
Feb 2018 · 316
Janna jetted
jaded jewellers jam
jesting junior jousts
joists joined joints
jumping jack
jill knelt
knees
knowing krista love
me now oh please
please please
queustions
relevancy
talk two
threes
under
umbrellas
virtualized venom
*******
yielding
z's
Janna jetted
?














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..
.
her words
are
so
...
..
.
Feb 2018 · 128
the crowd
went silent
she was
threw
prostitution

what could she do
she swallowed
supermans
last
quarter

now she will
never
get
out

of
this
phone
booth
she
teased
the
crowd
the crowd the crowd the crowd
?



















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.
butler
in
the
...
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.
Feb 2018 · 226
krista
.
put me
in
her
box

we feel her wiggle ing

dare you to ask her
how
long
we are

give me
another
grudge kiss
please krista
?

















...
..
.
she prolly
think
pfft
an
...
..
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Feb 2018 · 221
let me
let him
try and write
an
well
formed
apology

no
let me try
you better not
ok
go ahead then

ok
look
never mind
looking
feel
as
you
read

if
he
offered his hand
it wasn't to smash your fingers
what do you think you know something
more than
bring
alone

we find here
in
our
calms
there is
am
mighty ocean
with roaring waves
at times we can be found
bashing
against
the
cliff side

what storm has your words calms
what shapes have you made to ellude
the
truth

i refuse to swallow my beliefs for anyone

if my words beyond the truth have ever offended you

i truley apologize

i will never apologize
for me telling
the
truth

there is but one truth

if what you believe isn't the truth
it is just another example
of
an
bogus opinion
***** word
on
your
theory
here let me
?

















...
..
.
i
am
no
...
..
.
Feb 2018 · 154
the truth hurts
we were born
giving
black
eyes
to
*******


if
the
truth hurts
?















...
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.
mini
pit-bull
novel
...
..
.
Feb 2018 · 214
they clang
.
to me
watch
me make
your periods
turn
to
tears

she came to me
my eyes had been stale
she seemed to have
enough life
in
her
eyes

we were confused
she set my eyes ablaze
with her *******
she has
an
measurement requirement

aside from poetry
this thought makes me
nauseous
to
think
she thought
like that
she
is
no piece

of
meat

now she is no peace in meet

how repentant
am
i

if the truth hurts
maybe
thats
why
we
wanted
to make her cry

not to be mean
perhaps show her
what we mean
i
mean
really

ok


ok
they clang
?












...
..
.
be an
or be
as
an
Feb 2018 · 168
battleships drawn
.
penciled in pain
now
swallow
my
battleships drawn
?


























...
..
.
Feb 2018 · 79
may your moon
be filled with
the
howl

of
dogs

what
wasted
*****
lick
me
in
your
putrid state
not an wolves howl
left his throat to late
may
your
moon
?
















...
..
.
Feb 2018 · 158
lucifer approached
me
he got
another
God fist
face
when
lucifer approached
?


















...
..
.
Satan
is
an
...
..
.
Feb 2018 · 82
edges falling
2
ears from canyons echoes
minds halo construction
what deed they have made
center me on thier stage
watch as they applause
me in my rage
these shapes
have engulfed my mind
one jagged edge at an time

time has trinkles to me from it's
resolution
not
of
an
word

consolation or karma
this is your prize
that witches words have an effect on you

we hang here partial
with our fingers
under
this
rope around my neck

sorry we jumped from the chair no
if we can just get it scooted back over here

none of that matters
if
you
just
watched them die

this consolation prize
of
life
congratulations
now breathe death
shove your
better
than
me
face me

with words
you fake poets
you people
with no
Teacher
who
am
i

of the untaught
to sit and write
of
my
love

and be mocked
take me
here
you
fools

what paper have you
what book could you have hurt
in
my
mind

if only me
i
am
nothing
but

by my prayers
to
the
only
God

I
am
set
free

if
you
feel me
crawling
that's just
thier
edges
falling
?















...
..
.
who
wool
...
..
.
Feb 2018 · 237
they mock
with thier dances
none
of
my
breath
have they

silence

stalk
ing
it

i
am
above
when they
mock
?



















...
..
.
freak out
on
my
...
..
.
Feb 2018 · 597
he was
an
jealous queer
that's all
he
is
and
all he was
?

















...
..
.
Feb 2018 · 196
we wont fit
in
yes
terd
ay
s
questions
another breath
from yester
day
wont fit
?














...
..
.
spank bait
...
..
.
Feb 2018 · 80
poetry for whores
bend over
your
temple
start blowing
read me
with
clover tongues
your fake left leads me right
your offering
of
woe
look to me
ha ha ha
you freak
with an word lasso
ringing bells for your bowels
your womb has been shaken loose
feeding me here with your grief
stealing words from my sleeve
we have felt you crawling
all over me
your
fake

name me here
read me there
over populate me
because
i
am
queen
of
the
queers

let my poetry sculpt your vision
feel me throughout your burnt lungs
breath the nightmares in deeper
swallow me
swallow me again
you fake
of
an
man
swallow me again
with your poetry
for ******
?













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..
.
Feb 2018 · 115
has she written
.
poetry for me
in
her room
single wedded dreams
her dress stitched together red
in
bloom
she has
been
bitten
of
my
love
has she written
?




















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..
.
Feb 2018 · 103
she shades
.
pictures just right
her love
of
looking
in
the
mirror
she is an butterfly
we are watching
from our cacoon
she fluffed over
overlooking me
for herself
her lovely
purple
and
blue
i love yous

from the corner
to the corner
face pushed further in
you like that dream dream
dream for me again
now my edges lay jagged
mother fingerprints
on
the
vents
breath
escapes
her
lips
her lover watches the smoke
what are boy tears anyway

who was that
lascerating
has little
Timmy
gotn
lost
she
takes
him to the sandbox

they smile
she leans in
kisses him
her boyfriend throws an rock
who's blood echoes from these dreams
what more is there to comfort me
past the time she shades
?


















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..
.
Feb 2018 · 102
she left me
she never left me

which is it

are you an hobo

the clown laughs
pushed the little girl down
in
the
gutter
then runs

he runs into the street screaming

is
this
poetry

he
screams

is
this
madness

it was he in the gutter
running
in
the
gutter


he pushes while he runs
his face muddy from all the puddles
the little girl is crying
he is the little girl
crying
run
crying

all the boys think it's an game
they start running
but they
are not
really
crying

we make art word for the girls
we know the ladies love it
or
they
ain't ladies
after we thought that
she
left
me
?




















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..
.
Feb 2018 · 108
her violin
spoke to me
each string carried me
with
mandolin
intentions
through
meadows last glimpses
we held hands
in


dandelions dreams

we're were holding hands in an
dandelions dream
her every breath
captured me
the way
her lips move
as to kiss me
her reflection soothes me
she is chocking me
here
am
i

what wheels have grown from stone
she asks me while chipping away
here
use
my
back
she take the ax

an
other
whack

find me here
she found me here
day
dreaming
my palms
on
her
breast
she makes me
repeat after her

i love you more
I love you more
i love you more

she tough i raised our voice
when we made an i capital
now my face
is
partially capitalized
by black an blue
my

how time erupts me into to passion
think on every sound she thinks
from her
violin
?















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..
.
Feb 2018 · 111
she got ift'd
she got ift'd
she got
ift'd
oh
my
did
she
cry
why
are you
so long
the squirrels
asked rolling there nuts
more than one made them thier too
we know she put her head down
and shook it
back
an
forth
when she got ift'd
?




















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..
.
Feb 2018 · 87
if today
was
not in
yesterdays
dream
come back
an
tell me
when you know
what we mean
confusion starts
and ends
with
an
if
today
?
















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..
.
Feb 2018 · 105
let me
whisper on you
let me
do
it
again

here
do it again
touch me
there
a
again
for me
please let me
?
















...
..
.
hush me
with
the
...
..
.
Feb 2018 · 78
for we cannot
but speak
the
things
which we
have seen
and
heard
?

























acts 4:20
...
..
.
get it
...
..
.
Feb 2018 · 83
from youth
what fear
has been taught
to fear death
is
fear

what sadness was made
less
an
comfort

that the beds we make
as
children

lead us to sleep
on
floors
of
hate

everyday as we are greeted
never really truly greeted
it is only in my last breath
we will be greeted
to wake
and
die
is better
than to
live if not in love
what has been taught from youth
?


















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..
.
gunned
...
..
.
Feb 2018 · 71
who reads
he told me
it wasn't an whisper
listen

you can here it two

there is more than it

it rebels

lessons

to myself

teach me
we began
to
get taught
one line
at an
t
i
m
e

what voice

was that you
or
more me
stupidity
knows
the
difference

stupid don't

as an individual who are you

in
your
image
who
wants
to
love me

more
more
more
our
image
as gods
we are
but
an
itch

what ointment have you
to soothe this irritation
what addictions do you suffer
choose not to
"suffer unto me"
what have you seen
what brass sculpture has your knees week
has your tongue become to swollen to speak
know
who
reads
?
















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..
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Feb 2018 · 144
"eyelash dolls"
from one whisper
to
an
other
she wept
to me
from
the
clefts
how far

how far

how far

how far

it
echoes
we all
echoe
dream to me
in scents
of
your hair

Stake your meaning scribble it on me

letters that have fallen
call to me as the breeze
lightens the winds
of
change
every thing
changes
no
thing changes
what of corruption
she has bled me dry
that my callousness
of
hand
mind
heart
could be forgiven

he thought just
maybe she
thought
only
he
was confused

none of this should matter to you
brush yourself off
after
an
fall
hear me
crying
for
my
"eyelash dolls"
?



















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wrote after what we thought
was our first blog
turns out
it was
our
second blog
first line is the title
last line is the title
that
and
everything in between
inspire by words from
Feb 2018 · 84
eyes from me
that see me
ballerina
bleeding
what blood have you
that your man hands toil
fresher breaths from the mountain
find me here
above
and
below you
I
am
the bell rung
before the temple
awakes
who calls to me
midnight hours try to escape me
it's wine pressed through vengence
what have to to offer me
from
an
bottle
be it pulls
be it
your
next but
hit me with more than you
if that is no more to you than this
your palms are sweating
what have you brought me
that I could not see myself
why would I not ask you
tell me nothing
tell me nothing
your lies have
an
vibration
can you not feel the earth quake
whom your mind murders
in
the
hours

of
passion
turn to lava
from what
mountain
have you
climbed
once
an
for all

walking through the fire
the coals have all
been
eyes
from me
?



















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Feb 2018 · 133
breathe on me
mother from the womb
my caress has ended
by
waves
of
doom


she cried me
an
ladder to climb
the ladder
are the
first
to
fall from mine

come lay with me
let me sweep you
in
my
arms

she comes to me
our embrace
fallen
as
stars

together we are falling
this hand held blind
she watches me
from
the
clock
my koo-koo
always right on time

we caught her reflection
looking
in
the
water


they were pools
of
her
tears

she watches me again
swallowing her petals
she
is
so
lovely
watch again
as we dance
glitter falls like snow flakes
from the universe's hand
spinning my direction
her dress tangled me
in
her plans
her hair she braids
to the waves blue seas
she has me made
whispers
breathe on
me
?






















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Feb 2018 · 80
from the purple
came the bruise
we lay under
skies
art
of
blue
from the purple
?















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Feb 2018 · 78
we walked through
consilations
she changed her name
we couldn't recognize her
we always knew her
nakeder never
than me
she
bathed me
afterwards we washed her feet
rainbows appeared from the storm that arose

oceans away she has drifted
our hand help passion
now
an
flicker

she takes my heart
allows me to breathe
she leans
over
an
kisses me

salty is her tear dropped flesh
everything she made knew
her love was never
an
test
we
walked through
?















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