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pretend. how often did you come herelooking to circumvent the repression of your reality?to slide and float and drown in somethingno other could fill the empty gorge with?for an ear who actually heard you?for a prompt to dream you were someone else’s?that it was me you held, that you knew, that you tasted? you were
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I haven’t really decided what I believe. Even though I’m far past old enough to have done so. I feel sure that there is a God… Having felt him in the way the trees sound when the wind is first full of fall. And in my son’s eyes when I’d catch him looking at me
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All I have ever wantedWas permissionTo be soft in a world that demandedThat I become the shape of rockInstead of water I know love can do thatI know it has the powerSo I waitI wait and build myself into what is NecessaryUntil it finds meAnd lets the levee go the blood& the bones
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The reality of it all is, I’m not sure I’m that interesting. I’m also not overly smart or accomplished. Not in the way people seem to value. Well-read, dark humored, quick tongued but what does that matter in a world of silhouettes and filtered faces? Where we worry about the picture more than the moment?
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They tell us that the universe began with an explosion of space itself. The Big Bang. It’s fascinating, if you believe in that sort of thing. I always thought we came from something in between. From creation, from science. I cannot settle for one or the other because I think I’ve never been sure of
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you don’t know what it’s like to constantly crave painto wish for once he’d hit hard enough to make me wonder if I am loved or hatedto pray some day I can stop pushing myself to be the one who decides everythingor to feel as if I need toto want something depraved and dirty enough
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You came back every time still at war. Still torn between duty, home, honor and me. Still hoping for a reason to go again and still searching for meaning. Do I not honor you? I have loved. I have sacrificed. I have waited. All for that honor. But I am not the war you want.
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you devoured me often in the beginningnever as much as I wanted, I’ll admitbut you’d pull me in, savoringrolling me around in your hungry mouthI believed myself to be your favorite sustenance the months and years soon behind usyou reached for me lesseven when you didit felt as if you’d take in only a little,
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some days I wish I wasthe quiet girlthe one who goes unnoticedwho knows obedience bestwho folds herself into something smallsitting on her handshoping to blend interrified to stand outor stand up scared to be seen and that’s her rightto blend, to bend, to personify resignationshe is graceful and safe in ways I will never be but I
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we were both naive oncehopeful, trusting, unspoiledbefore life, before deathbefore we knew any betterbefore the years became a black hole and I often think to myselfif we could go back to innocenceto a time before the road was hardwould you have warmed my clean hands then?and still want me with the same impetus? is it
The Blood & The Bones 