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Some days I write more Some days I write less Some days I write nothing I grow conceited with a number Forgetting true flow and strength Weak..

The swaying trees Push and pull Of green filed branches The harsh breath Sending petals and leaves To shower the air As ozone, its comfortin..

·when you come back ·step into this taunting 'home' ·you don't say hi no more ·don't open my door and yell ·y..

for my loved ones lost

Mother, this woman who bore me Brother, that man I knew momentarily I'm leaving now It'll be a whisper Then you're eyes will notice The shadow ..

You strive to make this place feel wrong Not your hands, not your actions But your own dismissive ignorance You strive to make me leave As long ..

I don't wanna be lonely So I'm hooking in these headphones Turning up the music loud And pretending like a child That this house isn't empty ..

It's all blurring The in and out The here and there Bowls of cereal Bowls of green Inhaling incense and cigarettes To the scent of dogs and ..

. the thought makes me smile creates a sensation across flesh of a group of needles dancing across my skin across my chest down the planes of ..

She padlocks her bedroom door Hides the remote away Talks about changing the locks Turns my room to storage Then asks every afternoon 'When a..