prayer
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He never wanted to be better.He wanted to be fed. Flaws, sacred,stitched into the pen,every wound he maderepurposed into art. He studied menwho made a virtue of damage,who called destruction genius. Whole, soft, burning. They bowed like flamesat the altar of his greed. Love was the first thing burned. Women were just collateral. Each woman…
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3 of 3 I’m from a place where fireflies light the trees like magic and a kiss from a boy too early is a sin. I love like my father; from afar, wishing you well. I learned from my mother to hide behind a sharp tongue. When I say hello, please treat it as if…
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If you hear me grant me peace for a minute. I can not live with this chaos. I am a dim flame that dances to keep others warm. Do you understand? Do you even care? Is my voice like the morning birds singing their tune; do you listen for your amusement? If we are to believe; we…
Wishful Thinking 