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TheBig Sad--each wave is real.It's no big secret,but a warning aboutthe darkness out there.It was the wreckwe were looking for.Their flowers sadden us..
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Sorry to be so silent.The quiet mouthstamped on our hands.A lonely cup of coffeeat the edge of 4AM.Still alive after the dark hours,revisions to reel ..
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I was here before--begging for a hug involving thorns.Flicked them off if they refused.A beating heartI keep sticking push pins in.The taste oflonelin..
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Quiet mornings between sheetsin an effort to be closer to you.With patient eyeshidden in grey skies.Catch the rainwith my bare hands.Every part of me ..
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TomorrowOn the edge of tomorrow,knot your fingers in mineunder changing skies.Goodbye is never far away,thus I hold a promisebetween my lips thatI sha..
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When someone asks me about miracles,it's when I heard herread poetry for the first time.Here, in this room,we're intimatelyacquainted.I intimately und..
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[My next love will require]:Pockets full of red flags,to breathe without apology.War paint withthe nature of gentle hands.Master the art ofdrowning ou..
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To sail in waters uncharted,we're all orphans.A sunken cheston the ocean floor.A flower deprived of sun.To be guided into armsthat feel like home.Dirt..
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Scatterbrain.He wants to knowbeyond the basics.Sometimes questions swirlin my brain like a tornado.I know littlein my highs & lows.To not be caugh..
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Head down in shame,she gave up the beer.Wishing upon a sorry star."May God help my soul."Deep within the core--yearning for another glass.She softly w..
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