Olivia

Olivia Mar 2014

Autumn

August becomes September
and in a day
autumn comes crumbling in,
with stormy winds and rainy clouds
holding us all in its cold hands

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Olivia Mar 2014

Bleed out

Maybe,
if I cut open a wound
and bleed out
I'll be light enough
to take on the skies

[3/8-13]

Olivia Mar 2014

I am

I am the moon;
not afraid of the dark
or of hanging on edge
I am the waves of sea;
screaming as I break
into a million little pieces
I am the stars;
edgy and carful
but shining for you

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