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I love bathing.I love the way air bubbles from my earsAnd how I shiver when the heat of the waterTouches my neck.I love to let the water rise up to co..
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Lacking, we are reactingUnpacking baggage, untapped.Trapped, we are gaspingGrasping cracks, attacked.Bleeding, we are reapingConcealed diseases, unsee..
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A bag of snacks, water, and writing materialsAfternoons of trickling water and rustling leavesJust me and the voices of quiet animalsWho only came out..
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Sleep pads my eyelids,
Cushions my voice,
Blankets my thoughts
Until they are thick and
Lined with a hazy fog.
Laden with chaos
I lay here a..
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Quiet statements in between silence, anticipating rebuff.I will fade so that you need not.I will release, cease to exist to your overwhelming eyes.Bef..
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These words fall out seldomSpilling sporadically as confettiWisdom is much more graphicWithin deep eyes, pooled warmth.Despite the dilemmaI implore yo..
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Slowly, my hands move slowlyStroking embers, excitementKneading, heightened appetitesBurning bellies, bring me downLower, savoring softlyCaptive consi..
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Coiled breaths bear upon blank spacesHeld captive by fleeting warmthI am gapingWounded howls split the silenceCarried through shadows of lossI am inta..
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Pricked skin and pierced lips
Ribboned with white lace
Cracked and weighted down
With a lifetime of stories
Having smooth stones for teeth
A yo..
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Words are buried thoughts
Pulled by the root too early.
Wilting before they can ripen
Crumbling from our mouths.
A bleeding heart
Carved from ea..
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