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I'll make my mark.
"I am not here to live up to your expectations and you are not here to live up to mine. I go my way and you go yours and if we find eachother, then it's beautiful."
Like untouched paws
I ache with contact...
Sitting on its haunches. Teeth Bared. The fear.
Before, substance released. This time, rot...
Rest slickly coated rocks
tucked in close to chest...
and avoiding food like words...
I didn't know what he meant
the day he gave me that name...
and a hole in the sock...
The old die
The new are born
The eagles fly
The guilty mourn
Tread softly on these pained old eyes
Speak slowly to these parched new lips
If quickly tightened hands collide
Through any crack a weak love slips
You don't know the future. You don't know the past. If you knew the future, it could never last.
by Vincent Thornsberry