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R Nov 19
what is the blurry
between the joy and the blues,
we are daffodils flying in the wind
one moment
butterflies falling in the rain
another?
R Nov 19
i think every night
tomorrow i'll be real
and stop acting like a fool.
i'll be my serious self,
leave the sugar at the door.

yet with the sun comes
the amnesia
"who am i?"
those three precious seconds,
then
"oh no"
i remember.

i dread the day.
the brushing of teeth
drinking of water
checking of phone
eating of pasta i will never finish
  Jul 10 R
rachel kirkpatrick
i crave you
above all else
you pulse through me
bringing me to life
with your touch,
you kiss me
and i know
my lips have tasted yours
in every past life.
- i can still taste you.
R Jul 10
i miss him so much.

his soul, his presence,
the way he smiles.

his hands, his eyes,
the way he holds me.
R Jun 5
i look around and have seen this all before,
we tell ourselves we discovered something new,
but we have lived this all before.
- that feeling when everything modern feels ancient, and i feel like i'm looking into the past
R Jun 2018
i may have the world at my fingertips
but you hold me in the palm of your hand
R Jun 2018
002
we all have faith in stop signs,
with their red skin
glaring out of the monotony.

knowing,
hoping,
willing the car to stop
at the command of the silent
octagon.
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