Prayer
Love us tonight, the one's that don't understand. That scent i gain, is it just for me? Those pretty things they helped me along, do they get to see me make more?
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- 507 reads
Touch
I don't know why she loves me, her pedestal so suberbly crafted by others and me grows taller with time. We touch in my life, she grows i fill. Many footsteps she carries, just
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- 533 reads
My love
A quick thing, seen quickly choosing shoes my attraction for your eyes, you face, and i see a beloved spirit surrounded by friends, we do not speak.
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- 541 reads
Communication
Is my knowledge helpful? it freed at first, a random hand of cards suddenly read fairly blooms. Apt proposal turns weak, the dagger offered turns inward, else turns home.
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- 494 reads
One beginning
When did i call you? Was it a voiceless cradle that made my voice louder? Every syllable hints with unseen frequency, a message strains to be heard. When together my words collude,
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- 569 reads
Imagine how lucky you are
It's something i never saw this love, not in all the books, the music beats with it. The second chances we never knew, windows tight shut were the cause, where was the reason.
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- 530 reads
Pizza Question Mark
It was another early start. Bleary eyed and yawning we sat on the bus in our normal seat at the front. It was still cold at this time of the morning in New Zealand.
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- 500 reads
A Nuclear Family
There’s violence lurking in the breakfast things. Forced to feed in the company of strangers - no-one fits their mug-shots yet - sore bears kicked from slumber snarl
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- 982 reads
Slapstick
The men stood either side of each other, thick gloves clutching four corners of thin air. It seemed strange that nothing could be such a weighty matter,
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- 1067 reads
Reunion
And even now, after so many years, so many coats of institutional whitewash, the corridors still smell of rage. The last thing I remember; running like hell on the last day, trailing
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- 832 reads