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  • is it your heart or ego that wants me? the blood & the bones

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  • he waits until the tub is full to soak in me and I can’t help but to find it delicious the way he wishes to drown.. the blood & the bones

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  • How many times did I read over and over again the words that were left? I wanted more of them but I couldn’t ask you. I needed you to give them to me of your own accord. I can’t chase anymore. You won’t though. You’ll just keep writing away on something else.. Even though you…

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  • from spring to summer and into autumn i am moving slowly through the different shades of blue green becomes a burning orange inevitably stepping into the dull black of things dying floating helplessly through so many hues yet I remain a ghost in grey who cannot find the colors in all these seasons without you…

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  • you will never forget who was not there when you finally admitted you needed someone… the blood & the bones

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  • What will you do when the day grows quite again and the absence is screaming quietly in your brain? the blood & the bones

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  • I have burned the skin of the lesser ones And lit flames in the worthy the blood & the bones

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  • I cannot have you.But, I can dream of you.And I can wake unwillingly. Painfully aware that the room holds no trace of you.The bed was never warm with your body heat and the barren valley between my shoulder blades did not miss the cadence of your heartbeat. Tightening my lids asking for a few more…

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  • I am in the darkest piece of the path, dodging knotted roots and fallen limbs in the depths of a desolate forest. I have strayed some and I have fallen but I always get back up even if it means only crawling and I never give up fighting and I never give up hope. I…

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  • Late night Monday thoughts … I want to live way out in the country where no one can see.. Where I can grow things. And find freedom that eludes me in the ever tightening circles. Where the stars are not dimmed by street lights. And the crickets all sing lullabies like they were written just…

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