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 Aug 2015 M Eastman
Sea
Under the identical night sky as yours,
I fill my lungs with the sweet smoke,
knowing you're doing the same thing
miles away.
you, the need to fit in,
me, wishing to forget my sins
you, a sense of belonging with your friends,
me, alone, wondering who I became.

through the haze, I see your face.
 Aug 2015 M Eastman
steven
some days I write
wild my fingertips
tipsy electromagnetic
light shows in my
kingdom constant
earthquake in my
bones gaps in my
voice but never my
words caverns of
regret where I bury
you hourly trapped
breath & smoky
thoughts
                //
                 to feel you
underneath my skin
kisses like raindrops
soft linens clean
insides the carpet in
every shade of us we
two nonconformists we
two ends of infinity.
 Aug 2015 M Eastman
Olivia Kent
Strolling down the rickety steps.
I got a lonesome fly past by the solo admiral.
The red one.
He darted into the bush.
Alighted for a moment.
Then both of us moved on.
Livvi
By my house there are some unstable stone stairs. Walked down them to go to the shop and a Red Admiral butterfly flew past me ** So pretty x
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"O my dearest,
     darling, bijou,
          born the silver
     worker
's daughter,

"how so fortunate
     mine eyes
          to witness thine
     palatial wonder
!

"Mine pleasure t'would
     to take hold and
          to pick the fruits
     among your vine


"the shyest heart
     of rose hips what
          has pewter cruxes
     bold t
'shine!

"And as eyes and
     I pay credit
          to a distent
,
     nearing nimbus
..

"These gem'nate
     tongues b
'twine as
          oaken staves

     the Brav
'ra Lingus!"

     (..she responds,)

     "Mine auburn falls
for thee
, my dove,
          but thy fervence, once
          to mine
, abates?"


     "Quite, my dear..

"tho, ginger trapped
     in tantric bond
          what
's sweetness, rare
     n
'a boon, belates!"

          "..well, then
please use a ******
,"

     she said
.


To:
my love—
my dearest
darling,
Sarah-mine

Ɛ> ~mushes~ <3




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 Aug 2015 M Eastman
GaryFairy
i was born to be a thief and a vandal
i used to have a hand, I let that hand go
some of my decisions are hard to handle
at both ends is how I burn the candle

i was born to be a hard hearted killer
she reaches out her hand, I can't feel her
my feelings are all only for the stealer
for this sickness there is no healer
2014
 Aug 2015 M Eastman
GaryFairy
skip it across the water that they're treading.
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