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Matthew Harlovic Mar 2016
We are all afraid about something,
not of something. For the reason
that there is no fear in abstraction,
it is always in relation to something.

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What are you afraid about?
Matthew Harlovic Mar 2016
Neither man nor machine,
these beings; being pipe dreams
were conceived by the silver screen.
Unseen by the naked eye,
they have taken you and I
by surprise like a tractor beam.
Neither the factor of genes nor factories
nor anthropological capacity.
These beings, being faculties of thought,
predetermine the preface of the plot.

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Matthew Harlovic Mar 2016
She was a walking paradox
in a pair of Doc’s.

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Matthew Harlovic Mar 2016
She loves him,
or at least, a part of him.
She does what she does,
she loves on a whim.

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Matthew Harlovic Mar 2016
As long as you
still have the will
to love again,
you will. I promise
you that my friend.

© Matthew Harlovic
This was written for a friend. Keep your chin up.
Matthew Harlovic Mar 2016
I’m a cry wolf
wrapped in steel wool.
I fell head over heels
for a part of the whole.  

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Matthew Harlovic Mar 2016
Distance didn’t make
my heart grow fonder,
it just gave me a reason
to wander.

© Matthew Harlovic
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