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I often think about you, and how it
might be to live in your gravitational pull.
I think about how the air must be
permeated with the smell of y..
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The wavering summer air teems with a
moisture that it is loathe to
relinquish.
It knows how its beloved plants adore
the
heat and humidity ..
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Do not stare at me, your jaw hung agapewhen I tell you I don’t particularly like you.I understand, this is something that jars you,something you..
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My walls are sturdy, they are tall.
Tirelessly, I add more stones each day.
Yet every day you peek over the top
... and I hate you for that.
I..
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Once upon a lifetime camea comet, crashing into myatmosphere and blazing acrackling path across myonce quiet midnight skies.As I gazed up to the firma..
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It's a poem.
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Luminol reveals the unseen, evidence of past mayhem. One spray, can tell a story of carnage from days gone by. But what of the soul? What could I hav..
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It crackled throughme just as surely asif it had been somesort of unseen boltfrom the cosmos.I tilted my headfloorward, closedmy eyes and waitedfor fo..
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I keep a collection of your smiles, our fleeting moments of eye contact, and your "Hellos" in my safest place. These little treasures have been woven..
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There is a thin, yet to be discovered
layer of atmosphere
that only you and I share.
A smile, a dozen little
kindnesses, you breathe
life int..
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