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It was a Sunday when I realized
I love you.
It was a Monday when I remembered you were
leaving.
It was a Tuesday when I wrote a poem about you.
I..
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The chemicals around usreacting and sparkingcreate something new-without us meaning to.Your sweetness leaves me burnt,and your darknesstastes sweet.Th..
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When the world stopsand life is on pause,two hearts adhere-eliminating any space built upover the years-revealing cause.All at once,Nature becomes you..
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Beneath the still black surface,underneath the mossy middle andat the depths, where I feel most alone-You’re there-arms outstretched, quietly wa..
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The grief tsunamihides in its own shadow, growing, lurkingready to pounce-It’s unaffected by lightIt just moves to the the left or right.It fill..
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Every day that passes
every page turn of the calendar
brings with it, comfort.
As I get further away
from that day and its icy cold abyss-
the..
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The dark sky with her
clear, still stars
held all the secrets of
what was to come
that night-
that day.
The mystical, magical
ways our energ..
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Wooden handles and
steel tips-
a full moon,
the feel of you on my lips.
Detergent and musk,
watermelon lust-
dormant grass,
lying crushed.
..
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I found a space
just yesterday
or maybe it found me-
I fit inside it
quite perfectly
(unlike my world, presently).
The space holds you
it ho..
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You waited,you watched.Shadows and substance kept you,locked.Until your presence fellupon me,sometime in February-when glands were glad,and grins were..
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