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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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Surf tickles my toeson a pristine, undisturbed beach.White sand beneath my feet.Uncovered a good luck nickelimagining the emotion involvedto let it go..
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Your breath speaks to melike gentle wind across hot sands.The song of the bird.The hum of a bee.In a season like this,warm breath for my neck.It is al..
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In the earliest hours of the morning,
cannot keep the ache silent.
It still feels the same
when it ends.
It exists in all the veins,
enough to ..
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I am my own universemade up of unknowns.Always in a baggy sweater.Body always working to stay alive.I am a silent tornadolearning to bask in its imbal..
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With glory eyes,your lips brush my skin;whispers so quiet.Half-awake aftera good night's sleep.That soft magicbeneath my tongue.I am sad a littlewitho..
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