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Jun 2014
Long and long I wish at night.
Rip slowly then we speak.
Until we wound, ruin, and bruise one another; let us sleep.
I feel the words sloshing in me.
Waded ashore.
Valley’s drowned.
I wish i would have known you and you would have known…
At two. At three.
Can you hear me smiling?
Insomnia emBEDded in me.
Hold me (down)
When the rain comes; gravity pulls.
Eyes foggy.
Soak me in ink.
Violently i’ll twist and crack.
You repeat it until it loses it’s meaning.

"If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression of something beautiful, but annihilating."
Quote by Sylvia Plath
Hewasminemoon
Written by
Hewasminemoon  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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