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"toffeed" poems
I can't hear him over the sound of his own weak resolve I can't hear her over the chasm of years gone by and years to come I lied. They thought the problem solved. At night I would trace lines on angels' hands Once Twice Three times Solved I ate of the jungle and slept by the river He breathed in the fire and kept in the sick. He listened He had a story for every scar But I did not I would have carved roses from bone and skin and given them to her He'd face an army if they tried to take the same from him And her   Eyes now dry of that which once stained them A witch with no wish save for those for herself A mountain out of a molehill, who painted her lips with sin. Then there's the people outside of myself A man with broken knuckles, handing out toffeed sweets. Parents with cigarette stained lips and mother and father caught in their game.    Without and within                                                  Et fin Because I want to spend more of my time drinking water from glass bottles and asking her to tell me about the weather.
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Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 7:59 PM UTC
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Brushed Forest
I can't hear him over the sound of his own weak resolve I can't hear her over the chasm of years gone by and years to come I lied. They thought the problem solved. At night I would trace lines on angels' hands Once Twice Three times Solved I ate of the jungle and slept by the river He breathed in the fire and kept in the sick. He listened He had a story for every scar But I did not I would have carved roses from bone and skin and given them to her He'd face an army if they tried to take the same from him And her   Eyes now dry of that which once stained them A witch with no wish save for those for herself A mountain out of a molehill, who painted her lips with sin. Then there's the people outside of myself A man with broken knuckles, handing out toffeed sweets. Parents with cigarette stained lips and mother and father caught in their game.    Without and within                                                  Et fin Because I want to spend more of my time drinking water from glass bottles and asking her to tell me about the weather.
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