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Jan 2017
Blue cascades
In the long
Long and weary days
The night is mine
The day is lost
The moon my friend
And the sun is gone

It burns slow
With each drag
My fuel is dwindling
Dreaming of sweet kindling
You hold in your hands
Physical perfection
Visions of a face
Lost in direction

No words leave my mind
Of love or lust
I’m not that blind
People burn
People Feed
People are all
Everything that becomes me

Solitude is multitude
Seclusion an illusion
You are here
But never there
I am where
My words are fair
A poison most annoying

Time is our ally
And also our enemy
Your heart and hormones
Destroy all your dignity
In a mass confusion
Head trauma
You see what you want

The future holds for you
A clue so bold
It’s a wonder you don’t see it now
Cradling your heart
Is me
With hands wide open
And my mind in synch
I am the all-forgiving deity
The step that lifts
When you cannot reach
I see the child within you
And the adult that’s bursting out
I see everything you do
Love a word, this could be
Maybe love this is, maybe

Truth and loyalty
Placed before
It yours
Take all that I give
Friend or lover
It matter neither
To all of you
I love

My addiction
So sadistic
Hands and feet
Face and legs
Quench it
And For this I fall
Rapidly plummeting
Trace discrepancy
Codependency
You are my drug
My everything
Stephen Norton
Written by
Stephen Norton  32/M/Massaschusetts
(32/M/Massaschusetts)   
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