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I want to feel it to soak up its heavy sweetness I want to know it’s touch upon lips and hips and fingertips again and for it to make smiles upon my face that reach my eyes to feel the heavy door to my rib cage where the blood beats and the hunger in me…
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I always think that broken people are beautiful Until they break me too LL
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I wish I could give my mind the eyes of my heart so that it may see the way you look at me means that maybe I should let you in… LL
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It is never that I do not know the truth it is that my heart is deaf and my eyes are blind LL
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Everything I ever tried to be good at was hard for me. Except for writing. With this, I don’t try. I am just stamped upon the paper be it ugly or beautiful. I am there. The words are me and I am them. My story. My awakening. My falls and my defeats. And it doesn’t…
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And when I speak of love It’s of a warrior long gone He did not die in battle But he is dead to me Just the same LL
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they made youpaint the skywith smokeand the groundin crimson riversand I don’t get scared anymorewhen the flashbacks comeinstead I hold youand try tobring you back to a placewhere everythingis blue LLthe blood & the bones
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I don’t want butterflies I want you to burn me to the ground LL
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There is a version of you That I did not get to see I imagined him though. Many times. Unlike the you that you want others to know, he is not as calm, not as calculated and nowhere near collected. He is chaos and primal energy. His grip leaves imprints in my flesh and he…
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Inspired by “The masculine American male is a dying breed..” Masculine men have been labeled as toxic, vulgar, violent and villainous. They have been asked to back down, to become softer, smoother displays of feminized masculinity. We are told that men who carry, hunt & value protecting their family & rights are not the answer…
