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 Jan 2016 Michael Pick
Xilhouette
You know; I can't say
anything else but maybe
just this: I miss you.
© 2011 Xilhouette
 Jul 2014 Michael Pick
Creep
When they stopped talking to me,
I knew I shouldn't have been surprised,
but I was,
and more importantly,
I was hurt.
Friends for years, and when I leave, I guess they leave too.
Into ocean's deep, I sail life's shimmering dreams,
And in its depth, I ponder life's unending questions.
Very random. Does this make more sense than I think it does?
I am barely alive without us.
No point in breathing , speaking
Its not a choice, its blood pumping
Or the lack thereof , black blood
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