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#22nd
I love you like Spring. You make me happy Like the colours Of the trees that blossom. Your smile Makes my flowers Bloom. And therefore I only plant roses, Just to give them to you.
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Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 6:47 PM UTC
Spring is in the air
Our footprints stays in the no Our footprint stays in the snow Our footprints stay on the earth Our footprint is individually defined Individual is our footprint. Remember where you tread Don't be mislead Don't stand on no one's toes Our footprint stays on the earth Our footprint then in the past Our footprint x
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Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 12:55 PM UTC
Footprint.
Happy Anniversary My sorrow cannot bear Your new adopted tone Your hollow smiling stare I cringe at the thought The thought that kills my sleep This thing that you have wrought How he goes in so deep His character exalt! His back muscles so rare It never was your fault How could you help but stare? Poseidon in his glory A tool for you to use I hope you get your thrills Not more damage and abuse You can drive him toward your will Not like your former “love” Whose callousness you loathed Like the late “God above” So congrats for eluding The trap you’d been in Twenty two years is a long time To keep this crazy spin Away you go; you win.
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Sep 10, 2021
Sep 10, 2021 at 9:31 AM UTC
Twenty-two years
First frost Clings to tufts of winter green grass. I am running Running to feel Something else. I awoke sweating at 2.30am On this Sunday morning My mind in over driven panic Just because I have to face my future My mind groans Will I be this way for ever? Will I ever break through? I coax myself back towards the respite of sleep And then I wake, knowing I cannot lie alone with my thoughts They are not my friends. So I get up Wash up Go running. I meet people Collect my daughter Run errands All, to stop the waterfall of my fear As night time once more, draws near And another week looms. I occupy myself Once again with things to stem The tide of my subtext. First frost And a bird sings So beautifully.
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Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 12:04 PM UTC
First Frost
And as the room begins to brighten I'm enlightened by a soft touch of bones easily dislocatable And sensitive to touch And even though those bones slip From their holes The floor holds them before me So delicate and worn I've sworn that I'll swallow my disease Digest it, spit it up before you have To see it acting up But today was different You watched my ears close and head shake With blood down my nose Sweat on my clothes From holding it back. I'm sorry you had to see it See it act up.
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Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 9:16 AM UTC
The effects of April 22nd