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 Jun 2015 Q
Cecelia Francis
Love or free
who you want,

they're gonna
die anyway
 Jun 2015 Q
Cecelia Francis
I write the same
old, nothing new,
like:

The sky is blue; not
how the ocean is too.

My melodic tune, and
yours a harmonic half-step
shift flows,

going brightly—as sunlight
glows into moonlight
 Jun 2015 Q
Francie Lynch
Regret & Remorse
Are photo-shopped
Pixels of fragmented
False memories.
Reboot.
Enjoy the whole show.
 May 2015 Q
Cecelia Francis
To taste you is to slip into
that Freudian pit, and
turn a baby still
****** fixed:

To tongue out
the parts that might
identify you fully
 May 2015 Q
Cecelia Francis
I am the ghost
-of chemicals-
in the air that
slow and
turn to rust

While the droplets
in the air rush to
turn to dust
 May 2015 Q
Cecelia Francis
Van gogh said
there's no orange
without blue

My bed says
there's no sleep
without you
Gayest **** I ever wrote, bae don't read this  its embarrassing
 Mar 2015 Q
Cecelia Francis
God willing to
play the character
and dress us up accordingly

I want puce gloves and
green boots: a contradiction

Do I contradict myself?
very well then, I contradict
myself
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