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There's silence for days
Then we're painfully polite
Unkind words hurt less.
Dreams motivate us
They take life to the next step,
and add direction
You
I write and write
It is my lust
It is my fury
But on some days like this
I wonder
Do they mean anything to you?
Your smile
Lights the brightest
Fireworks.
You ignite explosions
spectacular
in my midnight sky.
I'll speak your name

until it's not pretty anymore

Until it's so sharp and so distorted

it burns my cheeks like acid.
It's what I'm good at, I'm told.
 Jul 5 Mary Bennet
Jamie
I don't like to admit
how much I fear the people

everyday interactions
send me to spiral

I dissect your words until
they are rotting and fowl
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