I am a grey thing
That people use to sketch.
When I shade in the white areas
My heart is overcast.
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Sometimes he’s the peacock
Ambling through the parking lot
Or the vines on the chain link fence.
He’s been a hurricane
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In my dreams, you kissed me.
Soft and gentle as can be.
A peck that spread,
From my heart to my head.
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My heart is heavy, a lead falling
Into the deep abyss.
Lost forever, from eternal bliss.
Sad it is for love not shone.
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I am a butterfly wing
Softly flitting from flower to flower
As peaceful as a dove.
My voice echoes lightly through the trees
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I am a puff
Of fresh air.
In through your nose
Out through your mouth.
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Open the window.
I am cooped up.
Need to get out.
Nobody will help me.
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Fatigue. Feeling weak.
Hanging on by a bare thread.
Slipping…slowly…
Fingers burning, hurting, storming.
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