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• reflect any light that shines upon you
• chase after only the brightest star
• always keep the best parts of you hidden
• play with the ocean
• don't respond to hoots or wolf-whistles
• disappear completely at least once a month
© 2013 Jene'e Patitucci
Clear off the bed
and come lie next to me
or lie with me
or crawl under these sheets
and die with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Clear out your mind
and sink down low with me
or get high with me
or hold my hand
and lose some time with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Clean up your act
and fall apart with me
or fall, apart from me
or fall, a part of me
and take some time to cry with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Clean out your car
and run away with me
or run to me
or put it in reverse
and go back to the start with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Cleanse your spirit
and embrace this pain with me
or brace for pain with me
or take a moment to put me back together
and just be with me, with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could still get used to this
© 2012 Jene'e Patitucci
 Jun 2013 Filmore Townsend
August
http://prezi.com/lf50ud2c7bc1/das-universum-ist-aber-eine-frau/
© Amara Pendergraft 2012 & 2013

Full screen this *****, put the head phones in, and enjoy.

from November 5th, 2012
 Jun 2013 Filmore Townsend
August
Hey now..
           you weave your fingers...
in my heart strings..
© Amara Pendergraft 2013
 Jun 2013 Filmore Townsend
August
Found songs as gifts to you are little treasures
I've sent in the mail now, how many feathers?
Aha.
For being so far away from one another,
We do dance a lot more than our fathers and mothers
Till dawn?
Wind and water make what you see,
Tell me again how the blue meets the green.
I love that story.
Kiss my lips a little softer than the sun kisses my skin
I'll put mine to the paper until we can meet again
Fingers are extensions of soul.
My, my, your words form your shape
That's the image of you I can't erase.
*Not that I'd want to...
© Amara Pendergraft 2013
 Jun 2013 Filmore Townsend
August
Forgive them, for they do not know that what they say & do
Can cut through
Every little paper fibre of your tiny little wings
I apologize for the things,
The things they are doing to you
Even though you never thought that through,
You continued to fly,
Until they drained you dry,
Drained you dry of your blue covered wings,
So blue,
Forgive them for what they do,
As your paper fibres are tainted black
I'll do all I can for you
Nothing else is quite as true
*But I'll do all I can for you.
© Amara Pendergraft 2013

I haven't written in a while. Sorry.
 Jun 2013 Filmore Townsend
August
I like a man with fire in his bones
And where his head should be,
There is a home.

And I wax and wane like the moon
If you turn away you might miss me,
I'll be gone soon.
© Amara Pendergraft

I'm gone with the morning.
 Jun 2013 Filmore Townsend
August
You are a bloomin' kiss,
I wouldn't want to miss this.
Dancing around the room,
Circling the lovely moon.
Hand in cool hand,
We'll dance and dance and dance.
Kiss me until I fall away,
*'Till I'm nothing but foamy waves.
And I'll wait for you where the sand meets the grass.
Under the stars.

© Amara Pendergraft 2013
 Jun 2013 Filmore Townsend
August
Everyone is looking for a savior.

Yet, no one wants to save her.

The clouds turn gray and the memories fade away.

Imprints of bodies are all that remain.

And no one really wants to go to war.

Yet everyone wants someone to fight for.

When really,

Flames lead to dust.

And ashes smear your cheeks.

The air reeks,

Of broken,

muddied,

*dreams.
© Amara Pendergraft 2013
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