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You were eyeing the exit

With more yearning

Than you had for me
 Aug 13 Silva Mee
S R Mats
Seagull days
Ocean sprays
Blue-green sea
Glowing me
Crystal skies
Bright in eyes
Cheeks red
Hat on head
Toes in sand
Sunny tan
Cool breeze
Exhale, breathe
“Ah” I sigh
History may repeat itself
But so do my words:
"I'm fine."
A lie I've perfected over time.
The truth?
I've been lost for a while.
If this life were fair.
Everyone would be equal.
Common ground to share.
 Aug 5 Silva Mee
lorelei
somewhere between these lines

is a place

for a name

I haven't written for

in a while
 Aug 2 Silva Mee
ac
paranoia
 Aug 2 Silva Mee
ac
Sometimes a "hello"
can be the beginning
of another 3 years of therapy
so I don't reply.
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