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I have been sitting here for years,a star crossed canvas of god's abandon,and though I have gone through all five stages of what they call loss, I am ..
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wasting life watching space growfrom the cracks in the pavement that I made with my heart fartoo long agoI'm tired of nursingthis wound back to health..
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His tongue wavesin and out of themorning shoreof his teeth.And you would thinkhe had something to say.But he doesn’t. Just breath crashing again..
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I'm disintegrating.Flowers die like half truths off your tongueand I chisel my collar bone to my shoulder bladeshoping the wind and feathers will take..
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She’s funny, that one. Walking around with her eyes on fire and her
synthetic smile. With those shooting star hair strands and that dark
nebul..
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My eyes are starting to languishin that sad, beaten down way. And the shimmer is gonebecause the hope is goneand it's not really any one thing, really..
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I keep asking my bonesto please stop creakingI have no oil to keep therust from appearing. I've grown weary andI've stopped prayingfor what they speak..
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I traveled worlds from herefrom desert rats to sunshine rainand sometimes I wish I was the same,brown sugar in a dust bowl and sometimesI wish you wer..
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My cavern is growing more entrenched in its own cracks,molded pride that eats like a starving dog, never satisfiedlike my own curiosity of lies and li..
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There are shotguns in the closet,mashed up against the splintered hardwood floorand the blue cabbaged carpet that I grew old on And I know, the pain o..
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