Lyndsey Grant Poems

I give pieces of myself each time
Soft slowly curling tendrils
Buzzing with all the world
Sharp tongues fill deep hearts
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Searching in empty boxes
Broken facades that glimmer
With fierce brightness
Blinded to the carcass of regrets
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We converse best
Through sex
And texts
And when I am not with you
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Your prismatic shadow
Bursting fiery cascaded softness
Into mine
And I have fallen once again
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