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The cement slithered like sand through my toesexcept through my bones.I became cold,a brick wall.So much time passed,I no longer knew what I held inside,what I was capable of.But I still feel.I still love.And…it still hurts.
He’s just as reckless as love lets him be.He blows in quick with the birds and the bees. At my feet,he tells me he loves me.He tells me I’m his. So why don’t you take me home?I’ve got to get going. Take me—home with youif that’s what you want to do,if it’s true that you love me. Please be reckless with me, baby.Mmm.Drop your … Read More take me home
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brisk blue days and rainy shades; pines circling in as if they filled the entire globe. all i got is memory but i feel you here like you hold a little more than that; more than memory, my body feels close enough to you to shed tears and wish on loving you. it’s a natural thing, i can’t control it. which is why you … Read More see you soon
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my flight was delayed. shared flight-mishap stories with the driver on the way to the airport. showed up on time for original take-off. walked to my gate; acknowledged it – walked the opposite direction and found a spot i liked to sit at. (i’ll do that – go out of my way for something i like versus whatever is convenient.) was at the gate … Read More somewhat present
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it’s the perfect weather the perfect balance of a breeze and sunshine the kind of weather where you know you’re tanning but not sweating where the ocean feels lovely and warm but a little cool moments later after diving in i’ve been reading my book and now i’ve paused, for intruding thoughts keep me thinking of you. the warmth of your hand on my … Read More a lovely day
hello babyI’m at yo doorcome on down nowready and scoregot your coat fit,you look good in itI been wondering about you.hello baby, muahso good to see youtell me all about itcome on lets walk nowI know you been rough insidepiling your papers up,and dying to drive, but take it easystroll on down the street, corner man wavesand we feel the breeze in the heatbeen … Read More hello baby, muah
intuition clearfour cold hot wheelsride out on steelfar out to healpast endeavors a thrilllocksmith drillI knew it long before you. call it rules of clue.
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drama is an illusion, a form of self-abusebut that doesn’t prove to say I wasn’t being used.tied to a belief system that ignites my every fusean experimental game, the process of pick and choose.but in a way I was using you too. call it product of passion and if I needed an excuse, I’d tell you I needed a new muse.my ties were loose … Read More muse