Blue Guitar Poems

I am, where, once before, things happened
The candle crackles as if to say
Do not pretend
This place holds no memory
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Who cooks for you?
You ask
But who do you cook for?
Grammar aside
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There is an ultimate beauty
In that out of nothing,
Literally nothing,
But stardust left to its own devices
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Nothing to fear but fear itself.
Who knew
Just how true it was?
Reaching out and in
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The sea may rise and fall
In great sweeping arcs now,
Where once were ragged edges,
Joined together as if by madmen.
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She let me down easy,
Though she did not have to.
First love, last love, lost love.
Time heals all wounds, but it leaves those of its own.
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The pressure graws at me
Not gushing, but welling up
Seeping in through cracks
In a wall never thick enough.
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Beginnings they say, are delicate
But what of beginnings' first frail moments?
When one slip
Sends tumbling the dominos
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