minata
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I did not speak for you today. Could not. would not. I held your loved ones tight. Let my tears mingle. Crystalline
To someone retired, can you end with happy holidays? Remember, they have assured you they are thoroughly enjoying t
NOBODY LOVES ME I MUST SAY GOODBY NO ONE ANSWERS MY POST NOT EVEN THE GHOST NOBODY LOVES ME I MUST GO AWAY BUT BEFORE
SO SAY THAT I SHOULD MARRY. I SAY ITS WAY TO LATE. SOME SAY I NEED A WARM WOMEN TO KEEP SAFE AT NIGHT. I LAY ALONE IN
I will hold your hair back when you vomit Hand you tissues when you cry I—ll laugh with you and share your grief Un
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting i
Don't you ever think That when you are away I do not have you in my mind Cradled in my hands Beating with my heart
What causes an honest man to tell a bold face lie? What causes a heartless killer to sit in a 6x9 cement confine and
I slip a white hand reverently over the calm glass of the water Palm out my fingers gently stroke the surface, breaking
AS YOU CAN SEE I WILL WEAR THIS LOOK LEFT. WHAT WILL THE REST OF YOU WEAR. PERHAPS PIGIONPIE CAN GO AS 4 & 20 BLACK BI
Like ribbons tying and tangling
Relief that they take the place of dead expectation
That lived within me.
Cold air nourishing
My tongue so used to the tasteless prickling unreturned sonnets
Adoring and adorning you
Castor oil and bitter limes as refreshing as the taste of life itself
Cold air is here after the tempest
The flood of tears that burnt parts of me that were born for you
All you destroyed was what God made for you
Destroyed all, but not I
The whistling wind
Gusts through my hair
Dancing through cotton garments and blowing remnants of
your imprint on my consciousness away
Singing a song of today