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sitting in a place of wonder
sandwiched between a place of isolation and suffocation
she breathes
embracing productivity
she packs her day full with tasks and projects
she frees her schedule of vulnerability
to be loved is something
to let love is another
she breathes
peace

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you are so naive
you get your hopes up
when drunk people make promises
i just want to protect you

people our age don't realize
how fragile you are
they think you can handle
all of the broken plans

we have this in common but
the difference between us is
i move on after they break
you just take it personally

i JUST want to protect you
afgsh

1 2 3 A B C

1.
Believe me when I say
My future is yours
its frail
but its yours
Lets build a shield around us
Who is fate to guide the way?

2.
Controlling
with hands beyond
surrendor
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these are FAR less emo...

"fall is here"
the leaves greetingly tell me as I pass on my way to school
leaves swirl down without assistance
"winter is soon to come"
each  bare tree whispers
some as naked as a new born
others glow vibrantly orange 
exuding confidence into the air
fall is here
but not for long


Brown Line

I love it when the train loses signal
and for a brief moment we coast on the elevated platform
the air goes off
and the voices seem to dim
the whole train breathes a sigh of relief
it feels nice to float

Full circles of irony...look closer they're all around.

Such beautiful bairn bewitchery she had.
Yes, just far along enough to know.
Already honing her hipnotic charms
And siren aura.
So perfect
So perfectly impeccably so.
Except for a certain vibration,
And palpatation.
Conceived through lascivious penetration,
And essentially expilation.
Face small, brows furrowed.
Came twice from which she burrowed.
So miniscule, lionized to thrive.
In the memory
In the heart
In the mind and words
And thoughts and actions
Of your infant of a mother
In which you were out-survived.
Now her story of lazy insomnia insues.
About how bashfully the matriarch was screwed.
Twice came from where she herself burrowed.
And still sits in the same place
Where you met your beginning.
And curtsied to your end.
But they say voraciously under their innocuous breath,
God does't throw things at you that you can't handle...
No, maybe so...they neglected to admit though...
Its not the things that he gives thats worth apprehending...
but the things that he so gracefully rips from you
That you should be weary of.
So sorry madames and sirs
Who still valiantly apply.
Mind the Gap.
The wounds still have yet to dry.

two more days...

my stomach searches for your kiss
instant and perfect bliss
straining to see your face
talking and starring into space
how did we get here
distant and filled with fear
love and hope
escape, no time to cope
lost without your hand
guide me through this imperfect land
craving you from deep inside
all our secrets we confide
I give you my soul
I want you as a whole
my lips seek your taste
and our bodies to be interlaced
without words I love you deeply
your beginning your end, simply and completely
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