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 Jun 2016 gray rain
moss
I explain my metaphors with metaphors
I don't know how else to express
My thoughts that sit in clutter drawers
And leave my mind a mess

If you don't understand my comparison
I'll just say it in a different way
My thoughts still shielded by a garrison
Suppressing things I need to say
 Jun 2016 gray rain
Oskar Erikson
I've forgotten the words written
Upon your skin.
Did we write about the late nights the long days and leave the lustful leisure?
I've forgotten.
I've forgotten the smells slathered
Upon your skin.
Were they the sickly sweet apple blossom or cherry picked berries?
I've forgotten.
I've forgotten the taste.
Of Love bitten handholding and sneaky snaking fingers and thumbs
I've forgotten you.
And I wonder if
You've forgotten me.

probably.
will
be
kept

yes

every
one
wept

throughout
all
my
trials

they­'re
stored
in
gold
vials

when
I
get
to
heaven

seven
trillion
an­d
seven

flasks
I
will
find

my
tears
will
unwind

they
will
be
f­ound

to
be
as
a

☆☆☆☆☆
\/\/\/\/\/\/
crown


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/16/2016
I didn't have a good day today.
The transportation to my graduation
got fouled up. I was unable to go.
My family weren't able to go either.

Life is dealing me a bad hand right now.
But I'm not going to let it get me down.
I'm going to talk to some folks.
I'm going to try to get on the site tonight too. It will help me get my mind off my troubles.

I know all this is transitory.
GOD IS GOOD ALL THE TIME!
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