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Three decades divide the captured smiles – a child’s purity, unseeing, unknowing, ignorant perhaps
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Why do you do this? Time and again
rumours whisper, phrases stutter
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Crying doesn’t help when this life gets it wrong – falters, stutters, falls into
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A song lies half remembered, midnight skin is fashioned into
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A kiss - whatever we want -
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She imploded the day they destroyed her sun,
felt the heart shattered faith die deep,
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A dancing fiction seduces the threads of my mind, undulating consciousness twists untruths towards your
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Four years of sculpted
illusions smashed by the click
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…he most greviously afflected me a great many times by pinching pricking and beating me allmost choaking me to death urging me vehemently t
by sassykitty
14 lines, 4 comments,
on Aug 10 7:08 AM 2008
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This latest image turns hesitantly within
my fingers as if you are newly born, not
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The Song Edward Bear Would Like to Sing
Sad shelved dust marked each passing year, noting how
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Stalking proudly
through the pampas
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Casually reading, hardly glancing till I
catch your name, find myself
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Fractured yet unbroken -
confidently shy, horrendously
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Time’s crust grows heavy over the
twenty four of our months –
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Sometimes I hear
a mad fly about my brain
by sassykitty
15 lines, 7 comments,
on Jun 28 5:15 PM 2008
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Time was cruel that year –
we grew fat together – lazily enjoying
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Hell was watching her hold your heart,
white blistered needles drove into my mind
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Perennially seeking the answerless
for escape, can
by sassykitty
8 lines, 4 comments,
on May 28 4:28 AM 2008
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It’s not my fault you can’t always see
I don’t disguise, it’s you
by sassykitty
10 lines, 7 comments,
on May 27 4:11 PM 2008
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There’s days when I wish
You could see me, just so
by sassykitty
5 lines, 5 comments,
on May 27 9:54 AM 2008
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I hear you staring in the glass
you press each finger slowly against its cold face
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His scars narrate the
existence
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Why does
head implode when it’s empty of you -
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Ewan asleep seems innocent of all
I watch the soft rise and fall of fur
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Why are there 60 minutes in an hour?
I wish there were a million
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There’s a song he plays-
everyone knows
by sassykitty
12 lines, 3 comments,
on May 26 4:02 AM 2008
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John’s scars mean more
to me than any love
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Tell me why every day
I sit patiently waiting
by sassykitty
10 lines, 10 comments,
on May 25 3:15 PM 2008
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Clock counting
half breathing,
by sassykitty
8 lines, 4 comments,
on May 25 6:15 AM 2008
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Men are like chocolate,
they fall into cliché –
by sassykitty
16 lines, 9 comments,
on May 25 6:08 AM 2008
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