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tl b Nov 2016
confused convictions
carry so much weight
& grasp my neck with
a hard, hard squeeze.
tl b Nov 2016
being human is the hardest thing we do.
but to wish to be anything else,
whether four legs or two,
green eyes or blue,
i'd still be myself.
tl b Nov 2016
if knowledge is power,
and beauty is pain,
then she may as well
stay the same.
tl b Nov 2016
inside,
outside,
in between,
step back,
push ahead,
onward.
tl b Nov 2016
happens outside
when you work
on the interior.
tl b Oct 2016
Each and every inkling she had of needing space apart
quickly re-wired into needing more and more of his heart.
tl b Oct 2016
If a wood is quiet enough,
leaves falling from trees
sound like feet shuffling,
sneaking up behind me.

I ponder a fall morning.

With a shushed mind,
stark silent as this fall morning,
I can hear the whispers from within
telling myself the truth.
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