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Glass Stare
Hands ache to touch and feel, today waited impatiently for me to wake and get the words out. My expensive friend asked to hold hands with me. I was surprised I meant so much to her. Everything has always been so one sided, I don’t mind going along with the charade. Today against all the…
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Seven Seconds
Time has always been kind to me. The hands have forgiven most things. My true love asked if I could wait, I honestly didn’t mind because there’s really no other choice. She has traveled all this way, on broken knees to palms, making sure that I felt loved always letting me sip on whatever cup.…
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Manicure
Buried in bed alongside her a girl twists the sheets, she can’t stop smiling, her tourniquet is tied tightly around our waists. She wants an answer, it’s impossible to say no to that. She frantically looks for nail polish and insists I’m in charge for how her toes looks tonight. She asks why I have…
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Damaged Poetry
I’ve started and stopped three times, each time coming to the top again. With a new title and a fresh thought again, words should be allowed to live. There is something very obvious in the way words affect us all. I can’t tell how badly I want a… There are some who instantly meet up,…
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Trust Fall
With a joyous revolt against words there is this blessed silence, and by no means was this edit a choice of yours. Stubbornness I guess is the last elusive thorn to conquer. Whether you choose to take a stance or choose to go silent both can have a very loud impact. Trust fall, you have…
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