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there were timeswhen I could write nothingand somehow that too was a poem the blood& the bones
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I will discover an end in you Well before I see forever Hurt has a way of making you close every door the blood & the bones
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They mistake me as someone who needs them And yet I need no one but do not ask me If this is my blessing or my curse for I have prayed and prayed and searched high and low For the answer to this In hearts and hands and homes and down long roads to everything
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he would tell me not to worryas we waited each timethat when the call camefor the wingsto carry him over the waterhe would leave the man he is behindpaused and poisedon the righter sideof humanityand I would watch him beginto settle inreveling in the thoughtsof what was to comeembracing the warriorlike a long lost friendas
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Most of the time people who try to discredit you, without a valid reason, do it because they can’t have you or can’t be you….Because you rejected them or because you have talent they wish they possessed. Just remember that… LL
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he stands in the doorwayhe does this knowinglyintensely and intentionallyso that no one else may enterand so that I may not leaveand it’s my fault just as much as hisbecause I never attempt to shut itnot reallyI have tried to pull him inbut I have never pushed forwardforcing him to vacate the spacethe gateway of
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you are more than the war you’ve seenso much more than what you’ve endured beyond the blood and guts shared and shedbigger than the battlesfought and wonand the regrettable unforgettable ones lost these tragedies survived and mountains climbed are components of who you have becomebut they are not all that you areyou are still perseverance
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• switch • I have no doubtI belong on my kneesswimming in this unquenchable thirstof obedience and longingfor youbut I cannot denythat there are timeswhen I have dripped at the thoughtof bringing youdown to yoursthe impact of my delicate handsmeeting your skinand my fingers wrappedaround your throatshowing youwhat it’s liketo take the painsuch sweet decadent
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Somewhere this year or the last I have stopped feeling every sound, every once emotion, every rejected possibility Echos in the space where the front of me meets the back A rib cage has just become a cage Where things are not let out Or permitted in Is this weakness or is this strength? Is
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I miss you in a way that makes my bones hurt that replaces the very marrow I miss you a way that makes the sun fail to rise and the moon to never be full I miss you in a way that dissolves everything even me the blood & the bones
The Blood & The Bones 