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Loves
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Misplaced Trust, and What Comes After
I will give you my heart;
A little glass thing.
It reflects the stars burning in your eyes.
You will drop it on the sidewalk,
And call all of my broken pieces beautiful.
Pick it up shard by shard,
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Life's painting
I yearn to see this life as a painting.
I want to see the colors that are mixed in,
The colors I have not yet seen,
The colors that would spiral into blackness,
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Our translation
1; We are born into this love,
this idea of love.
It is what begins to form us,
much like spring
with budding leaves ...
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Phases
And just like the moon
we gotta go through phases to of hurt
to feel fulfilled again.
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Fourth Day of Sun (Her Someday Has Come)
In the prior Autumn, the air smelled of leaf carcasses
and her abundant unused potential.
In efforts to cope she wrote of downpours,
breakup boots, and predicted wasted experiences.
She rebelled against her own sense of self, yet