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Jul 2013
It's an empty dream
I'm watching from afar
It's mending my torn seams,
And tearing them far apart.

I've seen it's glow and
Endurance and soul.
Eyes closed and
Seconds away, I can feel it's gravity,
It's pull.

How can you love what you cannot see?
How can you love what you cannot touch?
How could you set me free?
But my dear, you, I cannot rush.

I avoided it for miles
Until it began to unfold
In front of me.

Your eyes begged and your lips played smiles.
Sometimes we just need someone to hold,
And you were right
In front of me.

Your eyes turn away quite too fast
And those seconds we have,
Just you and me,
Well they don't seem to last.
I can see why it's so hard to
Have some faith in me.

Your eclectic strokes
On me and some strings and keys
Make up for that lack of skin
You know.
So me and my voids and empties
Well, we fell prey to them.

We cannot
Always get
What we want.
Aviendha Goodrich
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Aviendha Goodrich  21/Cisgender Female/Maryland
(21/Cisgender Female/Maryland)   
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