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The Far Off Stare

Watching every twitch, each squirm

Observing my skin as goosebumps form

Longing for your touch

Songs of passion in my throat

Claim me again, hum into my ear

Good girl

Revel in the bridge raised within my breast with each gasp of air

Breathe life into me with every mention of my name

Gazing upon my weakened state

Panting

Needing

Claim me again, pack my head with fuz...

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Pick Up (A Selfish Poem)

Your Skype signed in again
It’s so tempting to call you
There’s a voice screaming at me to just
Pick up the phone
Just pick up the phone
Against every urge
I’m silent, all except these prose
I must stay silent
Must wait
Wait for what?
For the message, the text, the phone call
Another voice tells me
That will never happen
Selfishly, I want you to miss me
I want to make you miss me
Ma...

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I Can Be Good (Z)

With each and every prose I think of new things to outpour onto this page. Ideas and feelings flow through me, conflicting, and most of the time I am ok.

I've been sober since then; nothing helps this anymore. Every day starts out slow, in a haze, then I feel ok and content and myself for a few hours. Once noon rolls around, my heart hurts, my stomach turns, my head spins, and I leave class to ...

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