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Dedicated to N.Serrano may you never call me again.
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I carried a baby on my hip,and unborn son from years past.In and absolute world,he would've swam longer within my womb.The loss of him,caused a piece ..
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There are things we don't discuss,between the planes of marriage and lust.Wanting only what we can't have,it separates our ribs.Self loathing comes af..
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I tried to sleep you off,
Filling my mind with eons of hope.
Dreams lavished in "what if",
As if that could change the now.
My excuses built citie..
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She,
Is light years beyond beautiful.
Like luke warm water,
She engulfs with a comfort,
From a heart so deep,
She stills the ache in my bones.
D..
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You called from a place of solidarity,smug in your comfort.How easy was it to assume,I'd answer your beckoning?Your love held together,with debit card..
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I once carried a storyteller's psalm book,Nestled tightly beneath my left arm in it's pit.
Sitting to sing only for the lovely,
Where beauty tickled..
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I just loved,
The way her legs made an a*s out of themselves.She could've danced with grace,But she didn't dance.Merely perched upon a bar stool,pool..
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Wild hair and a silly grin,That's how I spent my better days.
When I got too much blood in my alcohol.And too much sanity in my reality.
Better ..
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Marriage is a funny thing;
the way it lays gently cloaked around your shoulders but any sudden movements
and it quickly changes into a noose. This..
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