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savior
I had a cry with the devil once his laughter resounded in my ears shrill screams of excitement at seeing my pity I talked with him oh why your ears were closed I do not know But he made farce antics out of my anguish talons threaded in my essence holding…
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five
It has been years, darling it has been lustrum. I have watched you- brittle and weak- an attachment to this life that I so often loathed. You have been drudged up from muck; on the verge of fatality. Yet there was a spark in you. An energy that was tied to this earth, and sweetheart…
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Pickpocketing danger
The sunflowers have no smell to them this year- they reek of frost and desolation. Putrid yellow tendrils tangling with the Earth. I am waiting for them to ravish this planet. To bear destruction that they so often bring. Their demeanor gives one a sense of amour, flushed happiness hiding its true intent. I…
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Worth The Weight of Gold
The swing of her hips were like waves lapping away in the ocean She walks as if the universe is held captive on her palm Straight-backed like you’re impenetrable Eyes violent- you’re too efficacious to waver She traipsed across that pavement like she owned it Concrete caved delicately beneath…
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As I Lay….
There are stars embedded into this ceiling. Dazzling shapes of pentagrams, just glowing and blooming, sculpted across that plaster. I used to lay in my bed dreaming of those speckles. I imagined that maybe if I could reach high enough, if I just grasp onto whatever edge I could touch, that I might…
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sinewed attraction
when I think of you I think of tulips sunlight tinged with mirth I fancy you are a force greater than gravity
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Ballad for Two
I wake to your laughter; two wide smiles full of happiness. I wonder what I would do without them. If I never got to experience those two small bodies full of love. Completely unadulterated and gifted just for me. You two, who were woven from the traces of my soul. You two, who are…
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Dark Devotion
The air in my lungs leaves me in a clouded burst. White fog tinged with pain, bitter cold misery. It laps up this atmosphere and trickles back into my soul. I welcome it with reverence, knees clasped and hands grasping onto that solace. I feel free without it, feel like nothing without it. I…
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reflections
What do you call these showers when April passes. It rains here so much I’m afraid I’m stuck in that month. It mocks me, those cruel days snicker at my repetition. It turns on and off, off and on; rain casts drizzles that have no place to go. These waters flood my streams, their…
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littering rays
The moon is radiant tonight spilling ringlets of rays down I wonder if this is what they mean when they say the sky is alive
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