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May 2013
speak for the stars, helpless as a child
silence
gasping at straws, grip's lost.
Violence
draws it's own lines,
but the definition of violence--is
yours to define.
I'm alone this time.
I'm not alone this time.

In dreams I pluck petals from a flower that had not
love me
love me not
love me twice
love me not
love me thrice
love forgot to love me not
then forgot to forget--forgot me twice;twice forgot.
love me not.

Reach inside my mind
grab bag
pick your prize
what's inside?
it's alive!
it's alive?
there's your surprise.

Kissing glass before it fragments
then licking up the pieces of every fallen mirror.
There was always something **** about
lipstick
on your cigarettes
and blood upon your chin.

I'm reaching.
What if I really promise that I'm reaching?
will you teach me?
will I reach it?
am I growing?
gaining?
is it still worth reaching?

I promise I'm still breathing.
ever reaching, speaking, seeing[un]seen seeing.
but what does meaning mean?



do you FEEL me?
did you get it?
I don't even know what I'm ******* saying.
but I'll never regret it.
N E Waters
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N E Waters  Eugene
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