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dyingyou bent over the edge like it's some kind of horizon where your heavy head begins to break you at the neck and you, limp and dying, are carrying some sort of surrender for me.dying
tomorrow I will pluck the petals out one by one and let them go into the air, above where we belong and they will flutter down around us like rose petals at a wedding reception--
evelyn, you strong like vividness and light, evelyn you are dying.
suffice it to say this generation has had enough impact cutting flowers to sell for fifty cents in grocery sto


angel eyesHe stands up. He looks out over the docks.angel eyes
"Laura," he says, and I close my eyes. The wind is tasting like ocean today, and it brushes up against my face like fingertips. I can feel my eyelids flutter.
When I open my eyes again Orion is still perched on the edge of the concrete wall. The surf is percussive. The light falls on his face in a distant way, as he is in this distant way, and the wind is tangling his blonde curls into the sky.
He looks as though he could rise up and fly away. Gravity is not a concern for him. "I'm not any newspaper article, Laura," he tells me. I can feel myself biting my lip.


untitledThe dusk washes over my face hiding me in plain sight My scars are shining bright tonight My hands are shaking and my mind is running Im watching life pass me by in my own type of suicideuntitled
Tell me where water falls from Give me a place to hide my faith Im another silent voice crying down by the river In this world only stars know my name
I sold all my abilities to hold onto stabilities They cant hear me cuz there listning The sole example of a risk worth taking you held in open fists It never saw the light of day and its blowing up in my face
Tell me w
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["the careless reckless lines were mistaken for artistic confidence, though in truth their creator was no artist..."]
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