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Feb 2018
I don’t know where I’m going
I know where I have been
I want to get going
On the life I imagined
I want I linger I decide I regret I realize I dwell on the

he said I was his dream girl, his grandest love, his sweetest thing
I desire him but need to be spoken of in power words not words of ownership and lack of autonomy
I am persuasive I am strong
I am forceful fierce and nasty when I wasn’t supposed to be
I have an angry streak a side of me I only let those I love truly see
I hurt the ones I love when they hurt me
I make mistakes I’m imperfect I’m messy I’m unstable
But I also love deeper I cry harder I laugh with abundance and such intoxicating infectious ness it moves mountains
I am creative I am a gypsy I am compassionate and adventurous and humorous and butterflies fly freely to my heart because even the sweetest things in life fly to those that are equally as sweet
I breathe in ice take the hurt out of your pain and breathe out fire and action and triumphant desire
You will long for me when I am gone
Of that I am sure
I am a hard one to hold onto
You were a good one to love and be loved by

Make no mistake there are those I miss but no one who has ever loved me has ever been able to forget.
Mariposa en la luz de la Luna
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Mariposa en la luz de la Luna  Chicago
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