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 Sep 2013 Lydia Ann
maybella snow
i was the last
to know about
your death
i had died
millions
of times
before i
knew
for
certain

i've died more times
and am dead on the
inside
 Aug 2013 Lydia Ann
raðljóst
this is what i'll never understand:
why my heart breaks in such
inconvenient ways - to tear
out my lifeline would be
a lesser pain than this,
for this means not
knowing whether
it is right to cry
or right to get
up and walk
away...
I did not want to wake you
take you from the sleep you keep in bubblegum machines
or disturb those flavoured dreams
in which you chew your lips
I leave these troubles to the night that slips away
and lightly lay beside you
kiss your cheek
touch your hair
feel you there
and tomorrow
I'll be where you want me to be,beside you in the bedroom we,
make such a lovely pair.
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