Tag: oak
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The Woman in the Mirror
A woman in the mirror A man in the clouds A silent ballet, a circus with clowns She’s tired and honest She’s bargaining with herself He’s away and sane He’s working on himself The woman in the mirror Loves the man in the clouds too much -emc
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Breakfast
Drought, in the shape of new sadness and chapped lips lost in green eyes. Wave by wave, a garden grew green vanquished me a new love to be seen Storms, hurricanes mud so thick flowers drowned, seeds washed away. Desolate, nothingness agony without you agony with you to understand it is to feel it Devour…
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Time
Spread thin, lines blurry spread legs, feeling fuzzy. I wear you like a crown jewel pendant swaying on my neck, can I be the watch your eyes gaze upon? Hours or seconds counting the ways to be with you in secret, wishing eternity was something tangible. -emc
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Wasted
You wanna get high? Inhale the smoke you found in me in June periwinkle and green clouds of twilight. Shimmering in the sunlight I’m the drug you don’t want to become addicted to but your body says different. You wanna get high? With the taste on my lips of your favorite whiskey wasted wondering why…
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Oak
I would have gone through my whole life searching for a place to paint my sky. In need of a place to plant the oak trees my children can swing on sipping lemonade in the glow of summers day. It’s never easy to run away and to hope and pray that someday you’ll look around…
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