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 Jun 2015 Saff
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I love your mind,
   how you speak it
   with every word—
   blows me away

It's still those words;
   that will and can
   be the reason
   I bleed to death
 Jun 2015 Saff
pm
Unfinished poem
 Jun 2015 Saff
pm
You and I are an unfinished poem.
There's so much more to say,
we could have been
the sweetest story written on crumpled papers
and heard on gratifying mouths,
but unfinished poems are;
just left unsaid and undone.
 Jun 2015 Saff
pm
Lost boy
 Jun 2015 Saff
pm
I wanted to save
  piece by piece of
  his broken bones.
  
sooner, I've had realized

He was a lost boy.
   I tried to find him
   but I, got lost, too.

— The End —