Panic attacks on the road
to recovery...
-
we fell...
Maybe war is what made you this
heartless...
"In the Caribbean, almost
everyone is a bastard child"...
10:15 PM -
There's no sweet sixteen or forever twenty-one...
We both know what
the black stars hide...
The exasperated sigh of a father is not like other...
His disappointment hits me like a jo...
Lingering aroma-
fragrance in your touch...
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years later...
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sometimes i think we get so full and plush with...
I've scraped surfaces
of what needs to be...
You were old.
I could tell by scars and...