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I'm not as free as I'd like to be,
my heart is not skipping stones,
nor my veins teeming rivers
and the sunshine does not grace,
the forest of my soul.
my heart is not skipping stones,
nor my veins teeming rivers
and the sunshine does not grace,
the forest of my soul.
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let go of your fears and fly
Let go of your fears and fly.
Your life wants you to understand why you're so afraid to fly away.
Wings lie beneath these bricks while they desperately try to grasp the air that's filled with doubt.
Unrelenting fear breathed into the lungs of a poisoned mind.
Air polluted with what was breathed out.
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end of summer love letter
When I explore your body, I get lost in a library of time stored on shelves- 16 hour bus rides, 9 years worth of longing. Longing for your touch like a tea pot tipping, waiting for the water to land. A cup of coffee sat on a counter getting cold, our story put on hold, brought back to life years later. We’ve blown off the dust, and the story has matured. In a field your freckles are stars in the sky, tiny city lights that can only be seen from the top of a hill. Since August 2006, an apple seed has become an orchard.
On my skin you drew rivers and roads with your fingers. You found the route to my heart and made a nest, reminding me th
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Wishes
I whispered my wishes
into your hair and watched
them tangle and grow,
from wisps of white-blonde
to an ashy brown but shades
darker than your eyes.
Now, bald as the newborn
you were fifty-three years
ago, playing with your daughter's
corkscrews, a few strands
of wishes left behind your ears,
I find my son has become everything
I ever hoped for.
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