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I wear your heart on my sleeve.your actual heart though, the one you tore from your chest and gave to me.there was sweat beading on my forehead on the..
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I like to get my feet wet in a myriad of acrylic paints and make a mess of them with you.Our toes leave neon prints across a floor of pristine white.W..
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The parallel to a poem I wrote four years ago.
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It’s the twitch of your fingers against marbleshallow, painful breaths,the narrowing of the eyesnever feeling at ease.There’s never enough..
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i am sight and soundi am musicbut music cannot be heard in outer spacespacea never ending vacuumthat sucks up my wordsa black hole stretching me'til i..
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Run your finger tips down my cheek,
Make my heart pound,
And make it hard to catch my breath,
Kiss my lips,
Explore my mouth,
Push me down, again..
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Cookies and cream eat at my spleen.
Re-fried rice is a sacrifice.
Dirty feet don't smell so sweet.
The beautiful snow covers the floor like a sheet..
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Talk...
Before I fly through the silver sky.
Tell Me...
Because I am here now.
Try...
If I'm already gone, to
Follow...
Because I need yo..
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![[No Title] Hand-written June 6th, 2008](http://www.writerscafe.org/uploads/stories/thumbs/77377200-1213126303.jpg) |
Something I wrote the last day of school.
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To the point.
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