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I'm beginningDo you have a soundtrack to your dreams? Like when we lie in bed and we hear the sound Of hands running over shirt seams, I think that then I was lost but now I'm found.
These quatrains won't mean a thing To you and your academic brain which lies On physics, maths and writing Numbers, symbols, not words. I still cry.
I confuse myself, picking words from thin air And crying in my deepest sleep. I miss the days where she'd stroke my hair, I wish I could look a little more like peace.
When I woke up nothing made any sense And I forgot that it wasn' I'm beginning
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it's a strange way of saying
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completedi found the piece that was missing; it all fitted together again. i think of alfieri and that bridge he talks of, we're lying on one, hand in hand, going nowhere. i like this , we're in between, it's stable - balanced forces.
you said one iris has a star in it and the other has an island, well in that case we're right between my eyes on the bridge of my nose, the part that hurts when i'm angry. i'm not now.
it's a year now, my hands still smell of your hair sometimes. i'm well aquainted with every part of you. i know your stomach better than my own and i notice when you completed
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jigsawi have a picture of you and her in my mind, i don't know who she is ( and it doesn't matter). you move the hair from her face, she realises that your breath smells sweet with a hint of vodka - you aren't quite drunk so don't kid yourself, you can't do it when you're drunk. she has earrings in, she made the effort, had this feeling she was going to get some tonight. she's got perfect legs and perfect teeth. she has no fucking idea i exist and, right now, nor do you.
you don't even use the fucking condoms i left you to get used to, i had a feeling you'd need to jigsaw
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SMALL giantsJoints of old twigs snap under my yellow, bare heels and leave numb lines across them. I look at the ground as I run; brown, black, beige blurs try to catch up with me, but I leave them pining for me in the dust. I hear the sound of the gushing water, forcing itself down a drop. It doesn’t look like water; it looks like a blue electric tongue with birds flying across its roof. I stop and I stare and I let my heels turn pink.
A bird perches on a tree with blueish-black feathers that look like the cow licks oil leaves on the ocean; leaves hang freely from trees and light fractures through them. I trace my fingers over a slanted tree SMALL giants
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swallow the cold
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x is y, y is x-1, I is WTF?In maths, reflections are not poetic. They are simply mirror lines at certain angles to clone the same thing. Behind me there stands a mirror, and ten little ones reflecting off each other. This means there are countless (for me, anyway) mathematically challenged teenagers in this room right now, and probably a lot more clones of the same thing in all around England.
But what about translations? Translations are the exact shape only moved to different places. This means that there are these clones of confused teens all round the globe, all sitting in their rooms amongst the rolls of rubber given off by the friction be x is y, y is x-1, I is WTF?
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Eight KissesEight Kisses

One

You can call
it emptiness, breath, epithet, or oblivion
or love, or the thing we can't

touch, while in motion.          The rush
of your mouth in me like icemelt water,

innocent, surging   like a creek, touching,

   stopped.

                                    Eight Kisses
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it is way too late.

Tue May 26, 2009, 7:37 PM

There are rules, laws, regulations you fail to keep to,
you need to learn not to say "I love you".
I can't seem to get you to comprehend
the reasons why those texts should not be sent.
You spent to many nights with girls you should have left,
I want you gone now, out of my head.

I'm going mad.

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