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into the woods...the mist...thats where i want to stay. you can stay too, as long as you keep that quiet intensity about you. an intellectual stares t..
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like a beer,
hard to swallow,
amber bittersweet,
warming my blood.
the lips of my
love
are numb.
not quite tingling.
not quite cold.
..
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Today,
Iam a little more alive. You see,I was alone last night. The moon was full,
and all of my edges were sharper.I was centered.
Balanced.
Some..
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flames...
There is a gas can in my hand. The metal is deceptively cold, as I push down the bitter grin, trying to escape the irony of that thought...
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let it be...
today i am lost. in my field, i wander, looking for him. tracking broken twigs on my bushes. footsteps, or scat...any sign. i beg th..
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ohhhh, honey...
my armor lays on the forest floor. with the leaves, and the moss. i am sitting cross legged. eyes wide with loss. with grief. nake..
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CRASH!
the lightning pries its way into my thighs. a light in the darkness, a beckoning in the storm....i submit to your thunder. shaking my realit..
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winter dawns behind him.
as i watch,
(hidden)
behind some trees,
my breath hangs
in this fridgid air.
i can feel
his eyes searching..
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that fever is crawling through my veins. slipping into the corners of my mou..
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my breath is drifting through the leaves...dieing to tangle with you. as we ..
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