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week i trip |- |
over my own heart | =| why was i
falling for bad ideas| | so careless?
is almost a routine |- |
now i dream of a| =|
single blade | | why me?
that can peel me out |- |
of this | =|𖠣
heavy body | |
blade of grass |- |
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all it takes | |
is a gentle touch |- |
from something that| =|
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how to hurt |- |
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how do i | |
make a home |- |
out of this body?| =|
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plant roots |- |
in a place i've | =|
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ignoring? |- |
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now i am still full of sadness.
i have been anticipating the summer
with such joy | |
and felt it like |
a dear bright promise |
over everthing.
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and now doubts arrive |
and worries,
and all the paths grow tangled...
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i touched myself |- |
and it felt like loneliness.
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or was it loneliness |
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not knowing what | |
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perhaps there's a numbness|
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all this restlessness.- |
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to read the signs |- |
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hidden | =| one mistake
in my own gestures- | | after another
a pressed lip, |- |
a knit brow- | =| thought i
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trying to piece together |
what i can't feel, |- |
as if | |
eavesdropping on a stranger.
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but when |- |
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it's just emptiness | |
smeared |- |
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to my chest. |
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how does one |- |
listen to one's self | =|
without flinching | |
at the echo? |- |
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only we | |
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the end of summer, | |
as the rain falls |- |
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about things they| |
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it's strange how even in mourning
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the faintest scent of remorse
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the mundane routines |- |
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through my darkest |- |
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and you |- |
sometimes here | =|
sometimes there | |
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i am alive with you | =|
full of | |
anxious pleasures and
pleasurable anxiety
thank you friend |- |
thanks to | |
all the other people out there
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blissful to meet you|- |
blissful to know you | =|
blissful to kiss you| |
blissful to love you |- |
blissful to depart | =|
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i am alive with you |
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(˚ˎ 。7 to join us |- | GGUYS!
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we made you / ⁻ ៸| |- |
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