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Eight: Extremities armed for the call of the wild; the hunter marches.
Seven: Strings fanning into the damp corners of cardboard castles.
I woke up in a cold sweat
I rustled and tussled and fret
For I knew today
Would be the day
I had to go bowling.
It had been my biggest fear
For the better half of a year
2:57 is the first thing my eyes take in as the shoot wide open
The glow of my alarm clock sends me this eerie feeling
I sense extreme warmth as the once cool room has dampened
Brace yourself
Welcome help
Armor up
Enough’s enough
Hope for the best
Prepare for the worst
Those are the words
You used to calm me
Down by the river
Build a bridge
Knock, knock, knock.Love's arrived and his fists leave knuckle prints apon the door in front of me.Knock, knock, knock.Love's knocking earthquakes at my feet
My mother and I walked around outside before her death.
She smelled of industrial waste.
But I tell myself she smelled like flowers, anyways.
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Beautiful is the Earth!
Though not all things are mirth,
Every small thing has worth.
A yellow star presides;
A white moon touches tides;
A twinkling star abides.
She walks home each day
Hearing the whispers
and all that they say
"Have you heard..."
"Her dad..."
"...some woman..."
Try as she might she can't block them out
I tell the time by trees.
I tell the time in threes.
Three by threes from trees.
Three by three by three.
Time in trees to three by threes.
We pass our time in trees.
We pass our time in threes.
three is not the magic number to make the wildcard
three does not represent the magic number to win
a division of any sport
three is the number of lives i lost
through the horrific tragedies of violence
