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Bird that flew free
I gather hope in my pockets.
Shiny stones
smoothed by time.
I think of the bird
that flew free from her cage one day,
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Loves
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I LOVE YOU
In all your sadness and glory
Let me be there
Own the fact I will be here forever
Very much attached to your side
Even when you wish me gone
Your light will always guide my ship
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notes on crying
my eyes look greener when i cry,
but only in the mirror.
i think i'm pretty when i cry,
but only when i'm alone.
i never wear waterproof mascara,
because i like the way the regular kind
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My Name
Amelia is my name
It is an unbroken sort of thing
It is the rosy pink of a bashful face;
Of a bitter winter day spent on a snowcapped mountain.
It is the dripping wet glove placed on a petrol heater to dry