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Jan 2017
With a heart that disintegrates
Glance down at your fingers
Up, toward ambition and denial
I know that often
When I see you in this state,
It symbolizes to me, that the stars have not aligned
Saturn’s rings are resting cool
Curled around your throat, where your blood sings,
bubbles
I know that today
I will learn what it means to come from a β€œbroken home”
Will no longer be on the other side of the whispers,
Of the naivety pittering down the lockered halls
I know that you do not do these things to hurt me
And that the world has just dealt you a losing hand
Like the most loyal of dogs I come back to you every time
Grant your trembling fists permission to take advantage
Of a child’s adoration
I will be seen and not heard
Allowing you the capacity to forgive yourself.
changing my perception of love, just for you.
Sydney Bittner
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Sydney Bittner  21/F
(21/F)   
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