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Consuming
pains
of yesterday,
their intricate
lines
of lies,
worked their way
through me,
absorbing,
influencing.
Purging,..
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Photographs,
their faces
gleaming,
Woman,
Man,
Girl,
Boy,
pausing
their day,
for a moment,
for a
photograph,
40 years ago.
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I’ll be your blank
c a n v a s,
made with ridges,
curving,
bending,
enveloping
your
paintbrush,
dipped
in water color
sh..
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Choice,
they assure me,
I have,
I had.
I consume myself,
disassembling
fragments
of my
younger
original.
Wanderlust,
I fo..
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Filling the room up
with empty words,
damaged promises,
spearing through
tense air,
you were always great
at that.
Speaking loudl..
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Smiles,
they were the stitches
pinned to my heart.
Kind eyes,
they were the hot chocolate
that slipped down my throat.
Tender ..
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Would you be my oasis
as I crawl wondrously
through hot desert sands?
The blanket of
palms,
awaiting my arrival;
blowing me awaywi..
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Her transparency,for it was so clear,she was written all over,covered in lies,but you couldn't see.She's rendered you blind,senseless,but you'll never..
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Anticlimactic,
I’m weaving feathers
for flight
one day.
Each day,
like today,
irrationally
encircling
desserted lands,
fo..
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