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some will tempt you with skinwith the little they’ve allowed themselves to learnabout pulling someone inthrow themselves at youin the superficial ways they have amassedfrom a bit of digginga bit of observing from too close or a distanceand assumed you and othersheld in high regardthey can’t go deepthis society who values artificial perfectionhas taught us
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what good is this poetryif I did not die a thousand deathsto give it to you? the blood& the bones so you would not have to
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and November foundthat the rain cameand it fell and fellflooding out the sidewalksturning the earth to mudthe silence of alone to somethingunbearableseeing all those tearsfalling from the skyas I was sinkingthen drowningnot knowing at alluntil it was too latethat I was no one’s the blood& the bones
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with youI was the circle of lifein reversefrom deathto rebirthI wasI amI will be the blood& the bones to become to be safe
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You make it look so easy living, I mean when for me it is a trial a place where I tell a story and wait for judgement a storm I could never prepare for and can’t outrun the blood & the bones
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monster. Some days I don’t know if I fight the monstersor if there‘s a truth I can’t outrunthat I am one the blood& the bones I wake up.I read the news.I check the posts.I can’t not do these things. Morbid fascination? Preparedness? My duty as a human being?Each day it feel as if I am
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void. it was the want that was heavyand I knew they could see it, spilling over, hard to holdespecially with hands turned toward the sky, arms extended to their limitalways, alwaysthese loud questions thumping in my covetous chestwhat within was so void I sought feeling even if it was pain?what was so cold I sought
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his gift. taking has always seemed like a gift in and of itselflike a man who knows he’s offering an experience you can’t get anywhere elseone that is so far removed from the day to day pushing forward to gain grounda woman like me must do to surviveI want to bow my headI want to
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Dear Mama, It’s almost been 2 years and I’m not who I was. I’ve changed so much. Found the edges of my kindness and my anger. Found the shut door. Opened it for all of us. To see you better. To know me better. To love him more. I don’t try to avoid the truth
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Dear Mama, I’m not who I was. I’ve changed so much. Found the edges of my kindness and my anger. Found the shut door. Opened it for all of us. To see you better. To know me better. To love him more. I don’t try to avoid the truth now that I know it first