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You're a mystery novel Habitual Deceiving Youthful and quick Running yourself in circles Too focused on the details Unable to patch them together And develop a lens through which you can see me. You're a clown A heart behind a mask Jolly yet lonely A performer An actor Playing for a selective audience Who laugh and giggle But they don't see you struggle like I do. You're a gypsy, Unconventional Passionate Playful and jaded Searching for another winding road For strange and wondorous places Th...

the creaking elms whisper couplets in my ear they sway in iambs and shed leaves in rhymes their arms stretch out over me protecting and sheltering me from the one who used to do the same the dark branches stretch towards the white sky in defiance the changing of the seasons has come too quickly and I long for the nights of summer. the cool north wind caresses my cheeks the moist air licks at my red lips if I shut my eyes it would be as if you were with me again your warm breath on my neck lea...

You're a mystery novel Habitual Deceiving Youthful and quick Running yourself in circles Too focused on the details Unable to patch them together And develop a lens through which you can see me. You're a clown A heart behind a mask Jolly yet lonely A performer An actor Playing for a selective audience Who laugh and giggle But they don't see you struggle like I do. You're a gypsy, Unconventional Passionate Playful and jaded Searching for another winding road For strange and wondrous places Tha...

can you be found in this life? seek and ye shall find they say I'm still alone you're just looking in the wrong places at the wrong things I know you can't be found here in the bitter bottom of this bottle yet the burn is more real the buzz is more enlivening than the hidden mystery that is you He reveals himself to those he chooses I know I am unworthy I am the addict the whore am I lowly enough to wash his feet can I just touch his jacket? do I have enough faith in the one who I cannot find...

with each pulse the shell grows smaller the flesh grows tighter the hollows more pronounced these haunting curvutures that were once carressed with loved are now dark with hate the greywhite patches the recoiling gums leaving the stubborn, hardened jaw exposed have lost their warmth pink to white to grey one black snake crawls down from the socket curving around the nostril and pauses over the once painted ridges as it waits for the tail end to catch up pauses, compresses, bubbles and slips d...