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  • Jan 31, 2016

    He wasn’t a good person, but I painted him to be and since I painted it, I believed it.

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  • Jan 30, 2016

    i loved
    all of you
    from your handles
    to your blues
    to the sadness
    which caressed
    your hues
    made you
    you
    and killed you
    with the dagger
    you called
    reality

    sitting on the top of the world
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  • Jan 29, 2016

    he was a lion
    i was desire
    i spoke his name
    as i grew higher
    i waded
    i walked
    i felt the ground
    as i looked across the water
    and there his hands go
    waving from left to right
    crying from wrongs
    begging to be right
    he drank the water
    i laughed from afar
    but loved his ways
    regardless
    we stood opposite
    wondering where we’d go
    when we go
    wandering to our left
    yet running to our right
    but stopping when things
    felt right

    too far right
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  • Jan 28, 2016

    I love you, but I’m more in love with myself and that’s the problem.

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  • Jan 27, 2016

    have you ever
    felt fire
    beneath a wing
    with a grasp
    of a hand
    the devotion one feels
    when passion
    takes the wheel
    we wade in
    frolic out
    run our hands
    play in doubt
    wondering where things go
    when they go
    what his name was
    when we float
    from love
    to doubt
    to the way things felt
    when it wasn’t hell
    and just the way
    things held

    strong and barely controllable emotion
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  • Jan 26, 2016

    i saw you
    reading handsomely
    tangled hair
    lips smooth
    tips i loved
    i stared
    for a moment’s time
    felt eternity
    realized
    you were never quite there
    and in spirit
    i always seem to be
    wherever you are

    beside a mocha
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  • Jan 25, 2016

    i loved
    with a taste
    of his brain

    his soft
    sweaty
    mind

    i wondered if things
    become
    instead of be

    if things split
    instead of break
    shatter

    if eyes always
    seemed to wander
    if lips always
    told us

    deceit
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  • Jan 23, 2016

    he was a rose
    i was a thorn
    two with sins
    a dozen of none
    we flowed
    without touching
    grasping the air
    feeling for something
    which was never 
    quite there

    beyond it + us
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  • Jan 22, 2016

    I worked with him in a way where there was no need to align. We felt and the feeling was simple but complex. It was the intensity in our grasp and when it was done, it was done.

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  • Jan 21, 2016

    I think we might’ve met in a past life. You know, one of those you pass and think, wow you’re kind of beautiful. Just one of those.

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