Loves
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The Little Boy
The leaves have fallen.
They are changing.
It's almost that time of year again.
Over there, a little boy
sits alone,
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Ourselves
We are running from
Ourselves
Because we have built
Ourselves
As a single entity
Connected by invisible strings
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Getting Older
I'm getting older.
I often struggle to notice.
I'm with myself all the time,
I know myself better than anyone.
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The lost boat
I am a lost sailor
Pulling
Tugging at
The boat
The wave
Here
Crashing down on me
Ripping my soul into
As many pieces as there are grains of
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Hand-Scrawled Lines
I want to breathe
Both with looming skyscrapers,
And mountains stretched high,
To feel the sun
Smiling on my skin,
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