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Dear Lucretia,
Have you paused to feel the rain lately?
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What a waste of our time. Two fools holding fast to love
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I wear my girls under my sleeve, next to my bleeding plastic heart.
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Processional bells, cheering through a silver lipped mist.
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Blinded, I blink stupidly,
eyes filled with your light.
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Like water breaking on the shore, she collides into my horizons.
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The paths diverge: a sullen stretch of perspective. We stare down the cobbles like children, blushing,
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Like smoke, it is allusive. Sharp stabs like crooked blades;
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It's just a few more scars, carefully carved targets,
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It seems we are dreamers - hoping to never fail,
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We perceive changes through lenses; thick glass distorting the reality
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You amuse me, mother,
the way your tongue
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The dragonflies of my youth
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You run your fingers over the black thread in your lips,
the rose petals sewn together in defense of the heart
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She drifts out of my hands, smoke.
No matter what I say, she says,
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When we burn,
we burn slowly,
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You are salt slowly dissolving
into sugar water and nectarine;
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You are an enigmatic angel:
Your words bleed down
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Have you forgotten electricity?
Because I haven't.
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Can't talk long: I'm busy rummaging through drawers for your Integrity; you seem to have misplaced it some while ago. I'll call if I find
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Slow, androgenous minutes, like molases from a siphon used normally for atoms of hydrogen; your wings are only just brushing my cheeks, a taunt as demure as bells playing a distant procession. I've lost my voice amidst
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Please tell me there's something more here than
pointless fights and ebbing time because
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Hey you.
I'm sure you will have a lot of trouble remembering who I am. Time changes everything. It takes our emotions, introverts them, extroverts them, pushes them to and from our hearts,
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Years from now,
when the newness has faded
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The night purrs outside the window,
growing crisp with the coming of fall.
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A sour taste of nicotene
entirely empty of the cigarette
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Trembling leaves of gilded bronze
litter the ground with their hues,
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Rose petal kisses on gypsum sand,
gently landing amidst grains and grains
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A hundred million dreams for sale,
eyes bleeding tears of silent pain
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I'll repeat the worst of times
rather than the best because
by bonjourbunnie
43 lines, 3 comments,
on Oct 1 8:29 PM 2007. In abuse, angst, contest, life, love, pain, personal, mental disorders, disfunct
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Freeways racing time,
similar to our racing hearts
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I keep on loving you even though you'll never love me back. I would die for you, but you won't even give e a moment of your time. I keep
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When the moon threw her crown to the heavens,
an angel was born of the stars that scattered.
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