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even as the last crumbs fall
i know they'll not lead a mouse to the truth
nor lay a path for one's escape

one cannot blame hell on a devil that does not exist
or pray to an angel whose arrows always miss
love is neither a burden nor a gift

love just is

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I can feel the weight
that you're carrying inside
and I wish that I could make it mine
part the sea of noise
and carry you to the other side

I wish I could make it all quiet

stupid girl, tell the world
I can hear them calling you a
stupid girl

tell the world
what if it was them
and not you
what is it they'd do

beautiful girl, take off your shoes
let me walk the miles with you

I can feel the weight
that you're carrying inside
and I want to make it mine
to walk at your side
help you cross that line

stupid girl
I wish I could make it all quiet

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my pencil swirls 'round in figure eights 
      looking for the rhythm 
the flow of words that feel just right 
        that can shed light 
on things that lack clarity 
  that have me questioning
questioning

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my sighs cut through time
    like splintered winds
releasing buried sorrows

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~•

I am the warmth
of every season

teasing wisps of
perfumed seduction
between streams
of grandiose dreams

wrapt in tangled desires
dancing in moonbeams
  with a visceral greed

I long to crush your screams
flesh to teeth
above and beneath
the warmth
of every season

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