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In the quiet corners of my mind,
echoes linger,
words unspoken,
wrapped in shadows,
like whispers lost in the wind.
I reach,
fingers tracing the outlines
of invisible thoughts,
yearning for a glance,
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“it’s okay” they said
“we all have our own path of growth deeply individualized by our past”
“to denounce who you were and to agree with your self hatred means i strayed away from my path, backpedaling”
“you were who you were and you are who you are, just as she is and they are”
“the ones who care too much for your journey and tread along beside obsessed with you lose focus of where they are going surely to trip on the way, taking a detour on a crossroad of unfated destiny, but that is now their path, again greatly impacted by where they were and where they thought they were going”
“a long winded way to say to each his own”
they told me this unsbject of selfishness or deviance
“i love you and we will go our separate ways, alleys, avenues, and one day i hope to meet you at the end of a corridor. you, ready with stories to pour out of your heart, i will sit there patiently astounded by who you’ve become beaming at the grace that our paths crossed”
If you are not looking for passion
If you are not craving a deep connection constantly
If you are not traveling through this life looking for excitement
If you are not trying to fulfill each and everyone of your needs
If you don’t believe you can have everything you desire
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The sign says “No Loitering”
But I don’t mind you soft strangers,
shuffling in mute,
meeting solace in the morning sun.
Its warmth on your shoulders
feels a little bit like love.
I know we’re always swimming in dirt and pretending we’re not.
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To Be One Again
On the ground lies a girl,
Dirt runs through her veins.
Thorns prick through her quick with a click.
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In the quiet corners of my mind,
echoes linger,
words unspoken,
wrapped in shadows,
like whispers lost in the wind.
I reach,
fingers tracing the outlines
of invisible thoughts,
yearning for a glance,
......
blur my vision
let lines appear
let shapes appear
now mountains
here come staggered soldiers
marching armies
they come for us
to find us
to harvest and to harm us
we are wanted
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He said, I love you, baby. Begging me to repeat after him. But I wanted him to love me without words but truth. He acted like it was a game to him?
Playing with my emotions all the time, and still begging for a simple word?
He said, I love you: but realistically I'm nothing when he loves someone else.
I remember the day he fell in love with me. he asked if I'd take his last name and pass it on to our children, Lola and Aiden. So, the day he started talking about her was the day I realized he was in love with someone else.
I could tell when he was falling in love again because we went through the same thing. You spoke about her like you used to speak about me.
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Connection?
Yes-
that is a question.
Have you found it yet?
Is it worth the mention?
Can it find itself deep, in your dreamy convention?
Because I find that personally (to Me)
Connection is profound (unreasonably)
As a facade it
[appears]
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