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It’s between my eyes and mind,
This little piece of love I hide.
And in between my chest and spine,
There’s a heart bu..
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You are gladly
lovely.
And you are soundly
free
Of all the stories
and expectations
Of how you should be.
And you are madly..
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The future is like water.
It can become lemonade with a squeeze,
It can become Kool-Aid with a pour,
And it can stay clear when yo..
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Racing against
This tick of light.
The speed we follow
Is magnified.
I’m so lost in you.
You’re so lost at all...
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Mostly loved
by you.
Mostly
tortured by our youth.
This is the
story we won’t know.
This is the
time that goes so slow. ..
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The cursive you dip on your paper,
With old-fashioned quill with tip.
The words so harsh and literal,
The immediate thoughts that ..
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Pacified by your soft, but piercing
Blue eyes.
With the tiniest strength and might
They smile.
Evading untainted contact,
T..
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Whiny violin is how I feel.
High-pitched to torture.
My apology creeps forward.
Take this plee, reason with me.
Forget it,..
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she steadies her hand
as she applies that black line.
it is definitive in her eyes.
the character built into her.
strong and fi..
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I can hear the wind grazing the sidewalk's end.
Where the street turns to wildflowers and grass.
Diverging scenes that simply end, tra..
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