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of peculiar flowers/like sound of laughter/fluid in words you could spell/only after lettering down/libations on territories/virgin with mystic bites/of your footsteps/creating gardens/of hope beyond tales

Friday, August 17, 2012

For the wife who cries

I have picked up your struggles of disbelieve/ made it mine/ And now we in love/ flirt with insecurity/ Cum with doubt/ Moan disappointments/ Stay on hard with hurt/ We hold each other tight and let our hearts run/ Run into memories that still hurt us/ What (s)he did last/ month, year, week-/ End. I struggle…/ cos you want reason to be sad/ …to make you see that I love you.

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