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It’s steaming my brain.

Bleak caricatures of foreign lovers dance

And maybe I am

the muse in the middle.

The air is warm and

My feet transpire from torn shoes

With unwoven laces-

I am tiptoeing on tender blisters.

Around you my breath is calm and

The storm in my head dies down.

You trap my hungry thoughts in

The after-rain.

I picture you with her,

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There is a pale room inside my chest, adorned with dust and water-stains. Misery overtakes the ones who flee their self-expression: the door to my cavity is locked and this place reeks of self-loathe.

Brief periods often pass where I lose the poetry. The time never lends itself to creativity; this failure to live in the dream.

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Oh, my heart loves salt

While my fingers shake in placing

Themselves within the slight crevices

Of these walls.

The music throbs my head

Inciting a beat-beat tone

Eyes closed, I am still here.

And vision is clouded fast.

I seek consolation in the space

That has always consoled me.

The beautiful darkness that graces

My body when I’m in this place.

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With these dried roses, i hand-in my longing.
Inside, where the moon light seeped
and graced my feet before the window.

All my clean escapes.
Dirtied now, by the sound
of deep men voices, thoughts of money, and my leave.

These exits into the night's open arms.
where stars called to their blue half-brother
where pleiades called to me...

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The wheezing came up through my throat without

A minute's notice.

And you fell flat on your hands

So that you could feel the true ground

Inside your palms

And so that you could tell me how

You felt your earth’s vibration

In a minute’s notice.

I fall for you too in minutes.

Despite my breathing

Now slow - so that I may take all this in

Quietly

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Will you press on my stomach at night
With your fingers crossed
And silent.
Will you paint
The way you hang your head back
To look at her aura
And whisper more
Easily.
Will I keep you pinned
To my chest
So that you may tickle
my heart with your attention?
In our life
We gave each other
Warmth.
And we gave roots to trees.You and I.

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