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Amanda Francis Jan 2016
Back and Fourth I swing, my better sides hiding in the trenches of my mind.
My body is no mans land, caught between myself and I.
Violent vocabulary and assaulting alliteration load the barrels of my tongue.
This is self-protection, I'm burdened with armors against affection.
I spew sarcasm with venom, cold-blooded and serpentine.

You're the antidote and if I could I'd make you mine.
hunny Apr 2015
she sobs, deep gasps
the sorrow envelopes her
but she doesn't mind
she's upset beyond measure
but it will be over soon
           she bursts with life, mind ecstatic
she's overjoyed at everything
brightness follows her
she's glowing
but then she remembers
this is a cycle
          she sobs
?!

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