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November 19, 2017, at 1:29 in the morning, my heart was broken and restored, all in the same moment in time. That night is imprinted in my memory, and on my hip, in stark black ink.
Late nights With music in my ears And demons in my mind, I feel water filling my lungs, Weights sitting on my chest And ropes around my throat. My mind racing 
Do you feel that? 
I am broken glass, yet you still try to touch. And I know you were taught to stay away from sharp objects.
All asleep in their own beds, Humans really do not know What wonder lurks inside their house. Shadows! Dancing, to and fro.   When humans turn down their lights,  Shadows seem to disappear.
So I lay here in darkness hoping to find sleep My logic shows that control is out of reach Just like most my life these thoughts consume my mind You’d think I’d get a-hold of my habit to crawl inside
Awake as an owl a desert bird the orange eyes the streetlamps cast upon my wall a shadow like a longship on the desolate wasted oceans or only my lampshade
Furrowed brows and scrunched faces
Life once so innocent and pure. Allured by temptations the flesh was too weak to dismiss. A kiss, so sweet.  So discreet.  Enveloped with all affections known to mankind.
Radio silence leaves us staring  Face down, Into the belly of our being;  The lack of emintents conjure up our darkest thoughts  Unraveling our fraying seams, We burst undone with flavorless screams; 
Radio silence leaves us staring Face down, Into the belly of our being; The lack of emintents conjure up our darkest thoughts  Unraveling our fraying seams. We burst undone with favorless screams;
  A blanket of comfort hanging in the closet. my body longs for the warmth it brings morning after morning. Ordinary in every way, torn in all the right places. I slip it over my head
On a bed I did repose, Thinking what to write in prose; Then at once it came to me, About what this poem should be.
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