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it's been a week now sometimes tears replace the words
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see how the vine strangles a constant weave and wind,
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grass seeds itched late spring eyes, there is no pleasure in the lilacs
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the mist today will uncover the past
by Cannonsfire
21 lines, 2 comments,
on Oct 19 11:30 AM
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hard wood- your body feels;
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why don't we know the worst of the best people rule us,
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sullied by phases here i watch the first note rise
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climbing outside my head, to see backwards
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i am the woman,
that can enjoy
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like any other day this has a constant,
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i sat last year listening to the words
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by Cannonsfire
16 lines, 7 comments,
on Nov 22 11:11 PM
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by the least attractive weed,
a blade of grass is measured
by Cannonsfire
33 lines, 5 comments,
on Nov 23 12:17 AM
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friends tell me i choose unwisely i'd like to think love chose me
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she will never devise a plan or check her mailbox
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this is for you for the things you've taught me,
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in a year, there's moments. in moments, a place, by trees or
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i cling to vines that were never there
a mystery of strength
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the streaky velvet lilac of evening i think it's my favorite part of the day
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written in san serif, a child's scrawl-
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recognize colors shading as it hits my cheek,
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i want to show you
what does not exist
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i wanted to run away from your dark lines on horizons
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i am insecure but don't lock it in,
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i swam in the edges of waves. never game to breach the deepest part, wanting feet to touch sand. a ground that didn't move from under me.
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you have heard the moon roar, just before darkness shrinks
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it's a kickback,
a payback
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this pen won't say how i feel,
it speaks easily of gardens,
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for a second, try to imagine how insurmountable we are,
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it had red lights,
the kind mother told you
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a rarity
that's as simply put as mother could
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before you know who you want to be,
beneath bitterness, this expanse of seclusion
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