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Loves
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day one
wiping tears away from swollen eyes
yet still they leaked through
a waterfall of pain dripping onto the ground
drip drip drip
day two
tossing, turning, crying in bed
hugging knees tight to chest
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january to july
in the months of darkness and cold, i never stopped writing.
i just kept it all to myself. every night, my own religion
pages of pen poised on paper, pouring my heart out
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love
what is it?
is it a glass of milk and a plate of freshly baked cookies,
warm, soft, crumbly dough against an abyss of creamy white
mouth against cool glass and a fresh and gooey delicacy
what is love?
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Untitled?
When the chaos of the day
gets washed away
and the serenity of night descends,
I begin to wonder, as the stars ascend.
Trying to put puzzle pieces together
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Waterbury
it has been raining for two days.
i wonder when it will end
this grand deluge
or perhaps it is the end?