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You run, lungs burning, desperate,
feet pounding against the earth
but I do not chase you.
I am beneath the waves,
where sound warps and light ben..
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Aurora had always known she wouldn’t be the kind of mother who chased her children through fields or spun them in circles until they were dizzy ..
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She moves like a damn angel
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His stubborn woman
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What a mess, what a waste, what a fire, what a flood,
What a bitter little tragedy we built out of blood.
You spit, I snarl, you shove, I break,
Bu..
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Part 2 of 2 part poem
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A slow, deep breath, a shifting pulse,
Fingers that trace, not with haste, but time,
A press that lingers where the body sings,
Each inch, each whi..
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I find myself adrift in his gaze,
A quiet storm behind his eyes,
Where words fall soft like whispered rain,
Yet in his silence, something cries.
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The things I hear.
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