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Month: August, 2016

My love,

Last we spoke it was cold there.

I can’t sleep at night because the heat keeps me alive.

I lay juxtaposed on this horrible firm bed.

They all smile at me,

So I smile back. 

Thank you for the love,

And for never writing back.

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I want to lay in the grass

And feel the earth hold me up.

I want to read the greatest works of literary geniuses. 

I want to write things that make people think. But to articulate is hard for me.

I have been forgotten.

I have been misplaced. 

I’m here in the dark, hidden from view. 

I will stay here for now. 

Till I can decide to write something worthwhile.