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Time Loss
I’ve lost track of time Not just lost track, more like I’ve lost time Half of my year thrown into a deep black abyss My time left out the door you walked in through Sending me into a timeless loop where my days, weeks, and months don’t feel real Three of them deep in a…
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On Love and Birds
Love is like holding a baby bird in your hand Hold it too tight, and it will die Hold it too loose, and it will slip through your fingers and also die Hands close together with open palms and care is ideal Yet my hands can’t stop shaking I’m terrified to hurt the baby bird…
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Black Cat/Golden Retriever
He is sunshine Warm, bright, the human embodiment of spring Safe and loving Loyal and happy He is a golden retriever I am rain Cold, dark, the human embodiment of a storm Volatile and all consuming Aloof and conflicted I am a black cat He squeezes me out of love To meld the two of…
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Butterflies
Somewhere between birth and puberty the butterflies painted on the walls of my bedroom migrated to my gut Flipping and fluttering filled with love for love Somewhere between middle school and high school graduation The butterflies in my stomach had an identity crisis Who they loved was both everyone and no one The boy with…
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I Wait For Death Like A Soldier's Wife 