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  Aug 2020 ell
Yenson
the poor racists are desperate
the fooled are waking up
the lies and sins revealed
the racists are squirming and frothing
hiding behind black people
crawling in failure, scrapping barrels
hiding in shame afraid as ever, living in white lies
the wi--ers in the woodpile are honking like pigs
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
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Give me a moment.
Let me ponder the idea of you in my arms.
come here, lovely.
let me hold you for the first time in a blue moon.
kiss me.
dash out the door into the flashing skies.
we will fear nothing.
watch as the rain pours its wisdom to the earth once again.
lie to me.
tell me you love me.
kiss me.
to take your hand was to follow you to my deepest regret.
kiss me.
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Everything the night held could've been ours.
the stars burned onto a canvas map,
only for the sake of our learning.
you gave me the moon,
forgetting to tell me it would fall at dawn.
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When you remember us
does the ghostly figure of someone I used to be sits still in its old forgotten home?
Your heart had somehow captivated me.
The old me is locked to the old you,
And although we aren’t the same,
Our old souls tangle together as best friends, without our acknowledgment anymore.
Although the hole in my heart is filled with those two souls holding onto memories that were once ours, I think they may be enough to keep my tears from streaming.

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