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-Friedrich Schiller

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My stomach stirs my sleep as life pulls me outside
To watch the moon in the sky
The mist starts to rise, stars start to fade
Yet the sun is still but a glow


what is felt should be said
what is said should be written
what is written should be read
and what is written should be studied

My Heart Hurts

It hurts so much my shoulder blades ache
I’m so empty that my stomach growls
It hurts, my heart hurts
My jaw is sore from grinding my teeth
my arms are weak from clenching my fists

I Think I Love You Too Much

How do I go to work?
How do I finish my chores?
How do I labour alone?
Knowing that you are out there.

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ants march along my forearm through thick curly hair
grass scratches my back, between my shirt and my pants
sweat rolls into my ear, all sound in a jar
and the sun beckons me, sneeze


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