Maria Barcan

I stood before the crushing ocean
Between the foaming ocean ridges
And in a heartbeat's worth of drive
I swam right through.
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There's a tale of reckless souls
Who live only by the night…
They find comfort in the dark,
Hope, in stars' pale, glowing light.
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these words lose their meaning
between the pages' binding
as the days keep unwinding
towards springtime cleaning
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At times that come without fore-warning
And go less often than i please
I deem a shaddow's touch adorning
And bear its presence with more ease.
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When the nights turn long
All the stars call my name
All I hear is their song
As my heart is their aim
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If the skies turn fair
And my mind's no longer pent
Would I still pick up your scent
In the summer air?
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In the before
That treated me so sweet and sore
I dreamt of love. It haunts me still
And made me act beyond my will
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It's just me and my cigarette now
Puffing away the evening
While the hot gravel moans, grieving
Under the weight of the Saturday crowd
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