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The love is painful but also good

my self it calls itself as such
making way alone, untouched
just fleeting joy when she creates
predictable, a single's fate

then my other comes, falters on fissures
languidly warms, fulfills heart's wishes

yet seeping comfort into space
where always open, felt nothing save
now pricks with pain at such expanse
for place to love must be enhanced

 

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loveselfselfish

Live Some

live some lost among high places
large houses, unfamiliar faces
saving up the seconds, wait
counting on a sure thing, fate
silly sounds that pull and tear
away from comfort and what’s fair
breathing in what sparks, it’s yours
pushing out cold facts, untoward

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biorealismself

Limits

Cold extremities distract my sight
From perspective, trees through the forest, nights

A tingling in fingertips, 
a pain, a madness
What is this

There are more walls than I can count
More thoughts than words to let them out

Sweet sounds deter the struggled view,
Determined, strong, set on by you

These do repulse the room’s hard lines
That tighten, straighten so with time

Findin...

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limitedrestlessself

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