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I'm obsessed with

Traveling to every country

Every morning

By the tips of my lips alone

Pressed against the back of you

Turned away in wait for my embrace//

I pull myself away

When my half-asleep imaginings

Of your origin takes over

And I find

I need to readjust my eyes

After brushing your hair aside

In order to see that you are

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something about the way you walked into my time
two beats two feets

These drizzly drops

Tapping on my head

Gets me wanting

Back in bed

This inauguration

Then relative celebration

Gets me twisted

Mixed up feelings

A little depressed

When getting dressed

A little unrest

Skipping in my chest

Scales swinging

Head dipped down ways

One step forward

But now which way?

Usually feeling blessed

Today I am stressed

Traveling with the wind

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I know we ain't committed/

I know we've already admitted/

our hearts are on the line/

these things take time/

can we just roll with it?

The probation period is pending/

depending on many pressing issues/

I'm stressing on the mess that is this haywire bird nest/

I want to fly away from the flock/

I want to set sail away from the dock/

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now

i have you in

between six pillows

your eyelashes smiling

my lips blinking

looking down

i think i could draw

oxygen from that forest

sucked in

under hotel blankets

i see

raw you

so lovely

exhale and

spread

your colors so i

can finger paint

inside for a

while-

i find

invisible lines

playing connect the dots

on your chest

and scars

& then

nipples scrunch

goosebumps

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The cuckoo flew off her batshit head nest

The barn's locked up now with unrest

Shaymeful lala, paloozey fists

Slamming door cross-eyed and pissed

Merry hurriedly finds some gold

Instruction: Hold projectile/do not fold

World could spin on fingertips

Tattoo that on your pretty lips

No not bones buzzing in the sand

Let none that circling drive you mad

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the -ings and the -ly and the testing of me

my essence has always been

bump shock sting

filling in the c's

quickly

or all of the aboves

boldly

signing off freely

skimming over flaws in wordings

glancing past discrepancies

in relatings

reacting momentarily

then turning in

to later feel and deal with the errors from

never first digging in to the long haul we

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Lazy lounging

Like a slug all day long

Licking rocks

Silver stories

Sleepy

And now these people calling me

Telling me

Something's rising

In the universe

I don't know it, haven't felt it

Yet

Stress

Then you flash

On my screen smelling a pink rose

Making me

Forget about

Body aching

Soul deflating

Holiday's residual tone

Sticking to my bones

Your vocal chords

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