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I watch his lips move around the words I love you. I watch his eyes as they fall from them. I close mine. Absorbing the cadence of his voice. Over and over, press play.. Again. Again. I pretend that he meant it. I let myself believe that he did. It had been so long since
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i still feel you herein my chestin my bonesit is a blessing and a curse and i pray it never endseven though we didfor it is the only wayi can keep you with me the blood& the bones
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Anyone can be a writer or a poet.But you’re not going to feel everything everyone puts out and you’re not going to remember the stuff that was easily digested or produced for the masses.Not everything will get inside you, disturb you or satiate you as great writing should.It’s the writers who make you feel it
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I know that sex sellsBut so does painThey eat it upAs you use pages like bandages You’re looking for some kind of healing And their just here to get high Or hard Or healing through your heartacheBegging for moreJust one more scoreAddicted to how you’re broken the blood & the bones
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I miss seeing your name there As my finger glides across the glass Wherever my face was Yours was found shortly after 1200 miles apart And yet, ever as close in the only way we could be These little reminders made you feel like you were a constant part of my life And I felt
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there has been so much destruction in the love that came to me or came from me so when they ask why I have gone to such lengths to shelter myself to create space between me and the inevitable they don’t understand that I am truly just trying to survive the blood & the bones
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• to be continued • He sat there going on about something.. Something that, before, I would have listened intently to with love in my eyes. His hands overly animated. The way they often were when he was lying or embellishing. I studied his face. And thought about removing all the joy from it. Sinking
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how much timehave you wastedwaitingfor someonewho you knewwas never coming back? isn’t it funnyhow hopewill save a seatevenwhen we don’t… the blood& the bones
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I woke early that morning Feeling summer’s long farewell and tasting crisp in the air I stand in the doorway to take it all in on a quiet early autumn morning As mother earth births the rising sun that never fails us and I am ever amazed in the reverie of how green will become
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the day afterwhen the ash began to settlewe raised the flagwe held handsand we swore to always rememberthat feelingthat solidaritywe vowed to move forwardand into warshoulder to shoulderbattling the enemya nation of all members of mankindwith no one left behindtogether as oneknowing united we standdivided we falland we must keep this promisenow more than everwe
The Blood & The Bones 