Breathing deeply, I let the world outside wait
Unwinding starts the moment the clock strikes eight
Senses come alive as the screens shut down
Yes! I'm busy giving myself my time.

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I saw hope
face to face,
drowned in a lie
at a half burned phase.
We shared a secret
I never penned,
and it looked away
like we'd never blend.

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I don't think but I ink. But I ink and I think.

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It could be that way
or this.

It could be that day
or this.

If all I wanted was
an escape
I could have played it better
than this.

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an absent snore.

Silence is scary at its best.

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I stretch a bit to write. It aches.
I write.
It aches a little less.

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Longings are like a vine. Growing. Circling. Consuming. Choking.

Possessions are thorns. Breaking the bubble you weren't living in.

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The things I hold dear about you...
They don't fall away like the leaves of March.
But they don't bloom like the flowers of spring.
They lie still. In a cornerless room in me. Neither beloning nor alienating.
Like a plastic flower in a vase
you no longer call yours.

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You named the storm I build inside and now I call it my name.

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Do I go straight when the west wings whisper right and the east winds whisper left?

Can I call you my home if i found you before you?

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