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Jan 2019
I watch the clock tick my life into ruin
I look on as it laughs at my cowardice
Knowing it will be here eternally
Time that is limited
Yet I wait
Pondering relentlessly about you

When you give your paralyzing stare of kindness, I am again halted
But I find my courage(in a flask)
To meet you away from everyone else
I should have said those words forbidden by him
But his discipline put me in shackles
You won’t like what I do though it won’t happen again
As I press my lips against yours
There’s no resistance
There’s true love
But I feel eyes of pure crimson hate behind me
The eyes of him
My father
And Now time is no longer in my favor
Another Poem I wrote a long time ago
Matthew
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