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#bolts
the bolt is stripped worn from years of tightening and the washer is worse barely keeping them from contact though we say we can stomach it guts can only carry so far where we've little else
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Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 3:43 PM UTC
Grease Monkey
Lightning bolts embroidered on swaying hips; two oceans roam with potential danger. Come take a sip of wonder - if you dare; let the water guide home the lost sailor.
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Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 5:53 PM UTC
High Dive
Is the moon not hung right tonight? Can you not just help make me the world bright. Oh no it is not bright. Too much not to take a life. The victim is not right. After all heat of day. All the others went away. You were the one who stayed. Help me in this fight. Because the odds are not in my favor. Is this alright. The kind that cures wild behavior. I need to have a little time to get adjusted. Because the doors open. Then the bolts are busted. At risk, for a heart I am hoping. Just give me time. Time to not waste and throw away. In myself just what I find. Now on the ground I lay. The victim of another day. Can not throw it all away. Soon maybe I will see. Forever a victim I cannot be.
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Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 6:43 PM UTC
I Need Time
dancing a body electrically creating a mind destroying the floor we did once form a circuit with that eternal natural return of ground to sky
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Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 12:04 AM UTC
lightningbolt
Here I am happily satisfied with my love ultimately. Neither I have chosen you, nor you have chosen me. Destiny brought our hearts this close. Thank you for accepting my proposal. I do not roam this land as a nomad lion. But unlike you, I am not awestruck by it. I will say many, so many more love poems. To you all of my poems will be dedicated. Cackles will fill our household one day. It may often be seen as love in nature. Love's the most beautiful nature trait. We can never be done apart as long as we breathe. Twinkling in the sky we will talk even after we die. Saying your beautiful name instils positive energy. I am imagining our future being united in a home. Our home is not just walls & furniture. You will see, madam, you will observe.
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Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 12:23 PM UTC
Riddled With Bolts Of Love