focus

so wrapt we are
in longing's monologue
coherent like a laser
oblivious to all outside the beam

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Inspired by RC deWinter​​​​​​'s untitled piece I don't even know ...

fresh

if there's a chance
we can be friends
and help each other out

despite misunderstandings
which have plagued the past
with doubt

picking up where
we left off
seems not to make
much sense

then again
sense
is not
what this is about

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all of you

gladly do I play the fool
despite persistent ache
born of the cool dismissal
of each caper that I make

reminded am I of a time
when hope burned bright and hot
and though 'twas naught but fantasy
it made me smile a lot

to contemplate a place and time
where more than thought I'd give
to what the witching hour'd bring
as blown on embers live

in mind's eye and in yearning heart
'pon whom such feelings fall
it's clear there never could be doubt
truth is I love you all

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mistake

today
like everyday

I think of you
and wonder how it feels

to be the light
that makes you smile
instead

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inextricable

a blade
honed and sharpened lovingly
lies by omission
in telling it's truth

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Inspired by Jessika O'Sullivan's untitled piece.