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i couldn't help but do it-- gently take offshoots and cry, hidden between sanctuaries over the lilacs i'd forgotten how truly sweet i am, not cloying-- imperceptible until close, i am tired of forgetting who i am i shouldn't have to be reminded of something that is inherently me like the lilacs off the road, I am angry but that is not a stone-cold truth, I am not going to meet with them years from now and say  i am still the same because I will not I will bloom like I have said before and will say again, I am struggling and lost-- I can feel it in extraordinarily deep ways but I cannot cry over lilacs and be as cold as they say.
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Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 9:07 PM UTC
the lilacs.
i couldn't help but do it-- gently take offshoots and cry, hidden between sanctuaries over the lilacs i'd forgotten how truly sweet i am, not cloying-- imperceptible until close, i am tired of forgetting who i am i shouldn't have to be reminded of something that is inherently me like the lilacs off the road, I am angry but that is not a stone-cold truth, I am not going to meet with them years from now and say  i am still the same because I will not I will bloom like I have said before and will say again, I am struggling and lost-- I can feel it in extraordinarily deep ways but I cannot cry over lilacs and be as cold as they say.
(c) Brooke Otto 2017
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Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 9:07 PM UTC
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