it’s musky aroma
dirt, grass, atmosphere
grey-blue, sometimes green ominous clouds form a line
i’m watching
the smell of life
like a pacifier to my brains broken down wares
a promising refreshment
and a dewy lawn filled with ducks at dusk or dawn
Tag: prose
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slip through my fingertips baby, if you need to
I don’t want to grip too tightly on you
I only hope you find another love that’s true
And maybe again I’ll find someone like you
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Is this what it feels like
To be safe
Being me
Seen
Embraced with ease
Streams inside me
Waiting to break free
Do you have the key?
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to start
2, 3, 4, 5 p.m.
espresso
6 p.m.
illusions
buzz
productivity
but is it real?
10 p.m.
fuzzy
page 10
midnight
15 more
dreams
out there
outside
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little regard
eyes
see lies
bodies-
on display
take away
strip
unzip
where is the humanity?
this is insanity.
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well why not?
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letting go
one
by
one.
my fears
drip
drop
dry.
let go, love
you.
e.d.m. 