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 Dec 2014 an uncommon aura
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 Dec 2014 an uncommon aura
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I like simple things.
Walking
Breathing
Talking
I don't like simple things that turn into compex things.
Sprinting
Hyperventilating
Arguing
I have a hard time focusing on simplicity when it all changes into complexity without warning.
 Dec 2014 an uncommon aura
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our moments together after we make love
are the ones i hold dearest- nothing above.
i pay close attention to the way that your hair falls
and i notice how you look at me; how it'll make your breath stall.
the moments before were hot and intense,
but now we lay, naked and passionate.
blue eyes meet blue eyes
you're so ******* beautiful, i think i might cry.
but you give me a smile and a playful shove,
that's why my favourite moments are the ones after we make love.
did you ever wished to be somewhere
and then you get there and wonder why

did you ever want to see somebody
and then they turn out to be let down

did you ever want to see something special
and then you see it and say, you've got to be kidding

did you ever pay big money for something
and say what the hell is this

did you ever wanted to be with a certain girl
and finally hookup and she turns you off

did you ever think of eating at a new place
and the food and service was ****

things we sometimes expect are usually let downs
yet things we don't look for are the most fulfilling
soft spokenly
a token of gratitude
to thee
what seems as imperfection
is great perfection
to me
never change
never want to be
some one else's arrange
Last Christmas I told you''Merry Christmas" on this staircase
With my embroidery red dress and you as a Krampus

This year I am still on this staircase
In my green sweater
and it's drizzling outside

Tonight I will have a Tex-Mex party with all my friends
And my lomo instant
Where are you my dear dear friend

Will we ever meet again?
Where or When?
In what year and where?
I just want to cry
Christmas Eve came accompanied
by a trip to the ER
dad in the back of my car
his breath
uncovering his secret
"I have prostate cancer..."
Daniel Magner 2014

I just had to get this out somewhere
A feeling
so brittle
Like glass against a fist
Yet
So controlling
Like a fragile breeze
against an arrow's flight.
So intentional
that i cease to guess twice
And
As it collides with my senses
I observe, it,
to
entice me.
Oh such feelings.
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