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the miles are simply longer...
All that was perched
in a robins nest...
I wonder if you still paint your
face with novel features at...
Under everything,
rocks, soil, worms and dead wasps...
Dancing with sweet feminism,
above cemeteries of barren fields...
Embraced by the spirit of you,
its majestic wings spread wide...
Smoldering words fall from vacant lips
Each syllable curling around my heart...
"This could break my heart or save me"
I ask for forgiveness...
Denial
Things nightmares are made of...
Fading like a flower
on the highway of my secret life...
Drifting into the expansiveness
of the moments when you once...
Time creeps slowly by
this hell on Earth, my life...