Breath of life; let me follow.
Whatever misfortunes suspend
Breath of life; let me follow.
Where you begin, you end.
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There are times I want to climb mountains.
And walk through mauve flowering heather bells.
Sometimes, I can't find any happy outcomes.
A ghost walks beside me; nothing repels it.
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Love is a thankless-task
love is giving
love is receiving, whatever comes to pass?
Love is acceptance
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When did his focus on life
Turn to death as though,
Annulled—there wasn't a drop left.
Lungs like two emptied bagpipes
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Why is it that a ghost keeps his clothes his shackles on?
Is it even when we're dead we're still imprisoned
why is it that a ghost walks through walls isn't free
is it even when we're good or bad, we are all alone?
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Winter-like mildew seeps into my soul
I, long for log fires, early nights.
Toes curled in the mattress foam
and the taste of brandy on her tongue.
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Her eyes they're quite centrally placed
And remain focused on the present
And nothing looks to escape her view.
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If I kiss you, it will be biblical
the world shall forever remember you
for when poets speak gushingly poetical
about their love, their words indeed accrue:
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If I could soar above all my inherent problems
And fly like an eagle where should I nest
Every place I would seek to rest has problems
The wind is either too strong-or-light
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Sow a silken thread through my soul
glue and heel it like a well-worn shoe.
Wear down this sole till it leaks
then holding my heart squelching close
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