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See the tree of life, observe your branch
"Hard to discover whom thy me was"
and learn from roots to grow
With
pain has to be part of it
learn that suffering
Is
just as illusion
But ceasing
history
No
.
<3
Hard times need peace
and for peace, a poem.
I have kissed boys

Girls

People in between

But lately I have been kissing bottles

Their lips are colder than yours

But slowly I have realized that the pounding headache when I wake is less hurtful than the shattering in my chest

Yet as these toxins rush through my veins

I can't help but miss the tracing of your fingers along my skin

Miss the numbness of the world when you lie with me

But when I wake I remember that a headache is treated with an aspirin

While heartache

Well if you have a cure for Heartache let me know
by the time
you realize
by the time
you care
by the time
it all clicks
and you want
me there
i'll be
very far
i didn't
wanna wait
by the time
you want me
it'll be
too late
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No, He said.

I want you
wanting.

I want to taste the miracle of your desperation,
need,
lick the sweet sweat of tense from the hairline well hid
on the back of your pleasuring neck.

I need your needing constant completion,
but not succeeding.

The airborne aroma of your desires are fiery, arousing,
stimulus sensating me by the unending beauty of dissatisfaction,
this virus desirous, infection, makes my perpetual wanting  
for an incomplete perfect woman,
forever seeking betterment,
perfectly complete.


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11-15-17 11:51pm
mixed up emotions re this one; who is the striver, who is selfless   and/or selfish;  can be understood in many different ways
I don't bite...
Hell.
These days
I don't even bark.

No bite, no bark, nothing.

Being tired tires you.

Plus.

I got nothing to bite.
Exam week. Ugh.
She went from sewing her toys back to life
to ripping
the soft of her skin away from it.
I saw her, I swear I did. But I walked on for she was a mere stranger.

— The End —