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 Aug 29 S R Mats
LL
I have within me
a thousand year's worth of want —
and an empty bed
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 Aug 14 S R Mats
dee
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 Aug 14 S R Mats
dee
And if your eyes were daisies
I’d drift off into a dream like state,
staring in hopes of blooming a new world in your gaze, off the reflection of mine.
I hope you don’t leave
Acrobatic
Elegance
Mixed
With mystery
Wise to the rise
Giants of the sea
Breaking free
Through depths
Of blues and greens
Like brush stokes
Through a dream
Lines and curves
Become serene
In the depths
They sing
Where
Beauty leaps
From the belly
Of the beast
Bubble trapping
Curiosity
 Jul 30 S R Mats
renseksderf
"first bruise"

Streetlamps flicker,  
echoing their silence.  
The chill—  
not just in the air,  
but between glances  

that once burned.  

Footsteps dissolve  
into memory's fog,  
while love  
learns its first  
bruise.
 Jul 14 S R Mats
ASLRC
I tried to touch the stars last night
So i took a chair and turned off the light

I reached higher than I ever tried
I saw them already, so beautiful, I even cried

But I lost balance and the chair fell
The light went on, and I was back in my cell
 May 13 S R Mats
Debbie
Looking at the explosion clouds.
There is a complete void of sound.
The September trees
are diminishing green,
in their lazy lean.
We are not just alive,
to satisfy hungers.
To examine bruised blunders.
Nature satisfies us too.
Bombs of peace in a sky cornflower blue.
I love explosion looking clouds.
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