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Strength and weakness. Knowing your limits. It’s not to say that an individual should not be encouraged from reaching further. But to know where one is, at their current time in their own life, means that whatever’s being reached for cannot be instantaneously received. Any attitude of impatience seeks to bypass where does strength and…
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You’ve fought,bereaving throughthose unwashed notes,tending to woundsbeneath your nails,while you’ve beendigging to uncoverliquid tragedy.Weep for more,let it be what youcome to adorewith cluttering ruinsfilling those spaces,between rivers.To building blocks,to winding clocksthat will count downthe seconds, untilyou’re underwhelmed,having finallymade your home.Treasure it, do notmeasure it to limit it,being outside that circuswhere you had oncefelt at ease…
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Having covered ourselvesin quilts, stellar to beall we imagined to be.But we were deceivingword after word,believing in a promisedevoid of a future.We filled gaps with air,isolated mountains to cross,for we were just unableto fulfill our pledge,to see a need to exert,to divorce from loss.In both our visions,we failed to see theseforced scenes,these fields of fireafter…
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You’ve known me,when this instinctbecomes what Iwill begin to breatheafter I’ve craftedthe summer, for bothof our sunrises.From two distinct,delicate horizons,we recognize that wecan quite easilybreak this, but we’vegone on to believein our search.Light spills around,shadows are endedfrom their long stretch,for we cast none.On continuing to rise,we will meet each other,greeting each otherunder dire expectation.To explore…
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Subtle footstepsstill go swiftlywhen following fromshadows behind,where light meltedto form a shade.Something tells methat feelings will,at last, be reversedwhen I am reviewingwhat I’ve rehearsed.It will be when Irecognize what soundsI’ve been echoingwhile stuck in this maze,losing sleep from what Ihad vowed to keep.Corners toss me,flavors confuse mewhen I am deepin this interconnectedpassion, from memoriesstill too…
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An ocean’s waveslap at our feet,feeling what our heartshave long craved,as we staggerto fill our cups.Limping onward,walking these circles,these reaching ripplesthat decreasethe length to theirtrembling stretch,the deeper we sink.We must surrenderwhatever we rememberabout our failureto cusp realityin a tear-stainedhourglass.It will bring us up,even if that is toa flaming noose.It might end us,or it might revive…
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A shell has returnedto its home, finding shelterwithin a larger shell,within her own Hell.Filter through her heart,all that has begun to bloom,to see that nothing restartsthe life from the silence.She carries a torchwith the darkest flameto light her wayback to that place,where she will playwith burned photos,with the ashes.Like a child,sitting in a sandbox,her despair,her…
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Liquid remorse,a lesson churnedwithout being learned,while teardropscome down, as dark asan evening where blackis the sole shade.I believed in whatcan be held onto,greeting this universewith burned hands.I did not withdrawall that I mistook,for searing knowledge,until that shade arrived.Since then, I buriedwhat I used to disguise,to begin to understandbetter reasons to thrive.I left winter blank,with its…
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I have been here,leaving a trailfor your ghostto follow.But were you evercoming closer,recognizing where wemight bring the bloom?Springtime’s innocence,would designatesummer’s remembrancewhere we’d splashin puddles, within ourrisen reflections.I hoped you’d cometo see where a rivermeets an ocean,to know where lovecan be free to breathe.Wishes were close,while colors were far,as all our starsremained at war.Distance kept uswalking…
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We are twoto dissect, to undowhat knots kept uscloser to an appearanceof monochrome,among a winter sky.We shed shades,divorcing our scarsto turn them into ridges,with deepest valleysfiled with hope’sstarlit decadence.I want us to be there,to be everywhere,thriving within horizonswith signals, rapid,even in the wind,even if we rescindto seek solace.We are about howwe are choosing to live,telling…
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Gravitational,revering certaintylike a tranquil,overused blanket,keeping heads lowand eyes far.The darkness is justone mile within another,like a sufferer’s meal,filling us upto ache within.I want to wield this,to embrace what lightwe ever threw awayto be comfortable witha second longer.We were made to beunleashed, broken byour own shadows.I don’t want to die,thinking I couldn’t cryduring an offered chance.I…
