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Irene May 2017
Sometimes, I'm afraid,
I want my heart to break.

I am in love.

There's a stack of tapes in my head,
songs for the lost.

It is midnight.

I open the windows of my home;
I wait for the burglars to sneak in.
Irene Apr 2017
I can feel myself sinking
into a canyon of stupidity
I should not take a path
that leads me to nothing
You could sail seas of tenderness
and still face a storm

I bathe my skin in fear,
Paint my nails the shade of doubt
that is dark as my worries are loud
Teeth brushed with craving,
I apply lies to my lips,
Desperation on my eyelids
for someone to tell me that I will be okay

One Two Three
Four Five Six
Counting the times in my head
that I've felt like this
(Too many for a soul
that is so young)

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