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Feather light touches, blink and they’re gone. I used to watch flowers in the early Spring bloom, unfurling the curl of their petals in a yawn
Iam the girl with the thick hair Full lips and thick thighs Look me in my eyes And i'll take you there.   With every step I take You can tell I've been broken,
Blood spent on nothing. Hearts beating for something. All jumbled in my head. Wrapped in insecurity. These words are like Music. A vibrant sonata, Of clashing emotions.
I guess it became too much for you, how I loved you out loud and unashamedly. I couldn't be yours, no one ever truly belongs to one person. A connection this fitting, a kiss this deep, couldn't be the real thing.
I am accidentally running into theories Chasing around an idea that lacks the sense of direction Crashing into series Of unfortunate misconceptions I cannot calculate Or graph out the map
I am five and I sit across my mother’s lap Praying for a human toy to assuage The eternal boredom that is my loneliness. I am six and I hold a baby girl in my arms as I pray to God to never let her grow
I’m lost within time I seem to sit here
 Time just flies on by
 It’s never morning, it’s never night. 
 I stay in the time of noon
 With the sun that shines so brightly above

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