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Words Slipping Through My Grasp
There are words
Begging to be typed,
Words
That want to pour from my soul,
Words
Who’s only mission
Is to be read,
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The Sun That Has Yet to Shine
Just the two of us
Without a care in the world.
Laying on the grass, for forever,
The cloudless sky was all we saw.
Without a care in the world,
We were wanderers, wondering.
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Transform
Blood, black blood coursed through my veins.
I knew from that moment I would never be the same.
My raging heart beat with an evil flare.
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the ghost of what was (and what will never be again)
daydreaming again,
haunted by a lingering warmth from a faraway fantasy
all shrouded in smoke and stripped of soul—silent,
the phantom of your face tucked in my shoulder.
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lost-and-found
come find me
by the backyard forest
and let’s embark
on one last adventure
with no map,
no goal,
no end.
