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Julia Nov 2012
There's so much at every level.
To see a crowd,
what is its purpose?
A figure in that crowd,
study their expressions & reactions.
Learn their name, meet their parents.
Discover their secrets,
all of the beautiful complexity of
a human being.
All the emotions & viewpoints & passing thoughts
the familiar, indescribable motions of
all the joints in their body,
never to be mimicked.
To fall in love,
or to simply love,
with an individual for every aspect
even those you don't care for;
that individual
in the crowd
in the city
in the country
on this planet
in this universe.
A mere statistic.
Julia Nov 2012
I'll let you in,
Like I've never let anyone in before
I'll show you my scars
& worse, my wounds
I'll open you up to everything
what I don't even want you to have to see

You'll touch me,
send shivers down my body
& I'll take you for granted
like I'm supposed to

& we'll call it love
Julia Nov 2012
I wish I ran
 until I could run no longer
until I was a starved little muscle
& everyone wanted
my picture
Julia Nov 2012
It amazes me that God made mouths,
knowing that they'd talk this much;
                                   judge this much,
                                   hurt this much,
                                   curse this much,
But everybody rambles, everybody spits venom at their mirrored flesh,
people who are just like you, just like me, just like everyone.
We do it anyway.

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