Do you still love me, she asks
fragile moment, simple words
Fear and longing mingled like our breaths
hanging precariously in the air
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Dawn
In my youth only seen as the end of the night
As a challenge to be faced in the hours
between last call and someone’s bed
...
Russian women, she says,
Learn young how to move their hands
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Another Tuesday morning
up before the sun
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I hate the beauty of the world
The moon, the stars, and all the spaces between
Hell is not a place, it’s an absence
And all the beauty just reminds me
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I can laugh
It comes easy to me
And I smile readily enough
They say I have a nice smile
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The parts you saved
were not the things you valued most
It was just the stuff that was close at hand
And the things you lost
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Lets get lost
Lets run away
though there are no circuses left to join
We'll create our own
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She moves across the heavens
passing Venus and Mars with her fingers crossed
Unbound by any laws known to Newton or Einstein
Eclipsing sun and moon
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