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Withering into the quiet,
I no longer keep track of the nights...
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You tell me nothing is safe, anymore.
At least, not fully safe...
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Your unsheathed thorns and
my laceration are why...
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Pink petals falling
Gently from the sky...
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By the river side
a gust of wind plays music...
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Love's like oxygen
It does not have to be pure...
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You leave me in ruins
and at the end of each...
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On still nights,
cold air suckles my rose-scented chin...
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Golden are the flecks in the iris of your eyes
A deep forest green lit with beautiful fireflies...
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I found an old picture of us
and bile rose up in my throat...
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Another wrinkle stamped on my skin
Great! The skin says date to mail this person to...
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On moss covered shell
sea gulls peck crustaceans 'til...