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I wish I could destroy all the definitions,
which have binded us
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But that was our story,
hiding
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leaving something of a husk
and which cannot be seen again
by Child of Water
33 lines, 6 comments,
on Jun 1 10:50 PM. In Contemporary, Dark, Life, Love, Thoughts, Sad, Personal, Pain, Other
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How silent minds are deafening. Better that they rage and scream,
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and of the spirit,
that you buried in the mud
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cataclysmic, blessed, dark
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and as others I fondled with insides....
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Sara,
an old soul with the face of a child,
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in a flood of recession
you will be gone once again.
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Once apart, I long for it
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worn from the necks of those lost and those displaced
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This I may do as an act of self-preservation
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with firm roots and noses to the ground
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never having found the quake themselves, they cannot comprehend what is missing
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Different and mixed unwell.
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the stars will once again twinkle
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It's still sometimes, the air around me
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stiff pride in the wake of vulnerability
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We build to block our sight.
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made of waters nipped in fire and earth moved by air,
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reaching organic hands to stars, yet souls are not made for limbs,
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We laugh at the eight year old things we delighted in that day,
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Generations expunged,
given to turned backs
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in a moment of reflection.
Grasping them in the muddle of a thickened paint
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For often through the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
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but the remains of a soul
that was still gazing at life with a shy eye
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They walked amongst high grown orchards in the sun, picking at ripe
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dreaming about the cool rain under a free sky,
she doesn't have to be a saint
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one way traffic,
the same way, everyday......
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