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Down the hatch it went
A lit match
With an aged twist
Friends warn you
Of what’s to come
Tellin’ you
The end is no longer out of sight
Your body craves it
Your arms shake
As you laugh on
Trembling through the night
A lit match
With an aged twist
She was young
She was so independent
Parents cry—
About the wrongs she committed

They don’t try
They never try

But she doesn’t mind
She is young
And parents cry—
When their children outgrow their fantasy
This love is ****** and raw
This love is so sweet
This love is youthful
This love is free
This love is spontaneous yet steady
This love is complete
This love—
Is on repeat
April showers — in May
The flowers cannot breathe
I cannot breathe
Rest easy
These tears run down my cheek
What a disastrous — delicate day
 Nov 2018 Micaela
 Nov 2018 Micaela
Lay with me on the grass
And make wishes with the moon
And when we fall asleep, our hands
Will find each other
Because they know that our heartbeats
And we will stay that way
Until the sun greets us.
But what the sun
Is not aware of,
Is that
You and me
Were made for
The rain.
 Nov 2018 Micaela
E. E. Cummings
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new
 Nov 2018 Micaela
Elizabeth Brown
Here I go again;
putting you to the forefront of my mind.
pushing these words back and back, endlessly
...simply because you opened your eyes.
is beauty more important than art?
I had a whole *** poem, and lost it because my boyfriend woke up. Typical, scatterbrained me.

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