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| 25-06 | The only people worthy to be in your life are the ones that help you through the hard times and laugh with you after the hard times pass | Dubai |

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By Roger Steffens - From the book “The Family Acid”

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The Host (2013)

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Shoulder Blade Wound

There’s a wound that lives behind my left shoulder blade It’s not obvious to the naked eye, but every wrong move sends reminders shooting through my system Sometimes, I feel a scab forming over it, hoping that it’s going away, that it won’t bother me anymore I’m wrong. Every time a scab forms, it gets torn off and the wound becomes deeper, burrowing itself within me The wound extends to my…

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Deaf and Blind

قالوا تحبه قلت لا ميت فيه… احبه اكثر من حدود المحبه They said, do you love him? I said, “No, I ‘die in him'”. I love him more than the limits of love When I first laid eyes on you, a seed was planted in my heart. It sprouted and grew as my love for you evolved, as you slowly took over me. Eventually, I loved you beyond love itself. You held me against you in our bed and whispered proclamations…

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Stolen Sea

I didn’t need eyes to see it before me, nor ears to hear the waves come and go

I didn’t need hands to sink in the sand, nor feet to dip in the water

I didn’t need to exist to know I am the sea

I could sense the salty breeze, it lived within me

But you stole my compass, you robbed me off my lighthouse

I get painful flashes of you stomping on my grounds

I block them out but you…

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Rebirth

Seeds planted in my puffy eyelids, flowers sprouting, watered by the tears from my ducts.

My cracked lips form hills from the constant breathing through my mouth, the wind from the north.

The tips of my fingers forming stems, budging to the power of the storms, crippling and curling.

My spine, a tree trunk thick with age, slowly chiseled and chopped into shape, revealing the times that brought me…

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Every Little Thing

I step out of the car, my toes sinking in the cool sand.

The breeze is on my skin, and the dunes are forming waves before me.

You come from behind and envelope me, you warm me, and you lift me up.

We look out into the distance, seeing nothing but the sand, miles ahead in a world of you and me.

I look into your eyes reflecting the moon, it’s more enticing than looking at it up in the sky.

The…

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A War in My Core

A War in My Core

The weight of the world and the strength of the world both crashing against my shoulders, a war waged in my core

The pangs of pain that crack my spine and the healing that helps me piece myself together, forcing the shattered pieces in and out of place even if not accurately.

Every new blow makes the existing cracks smaller, transforming my vitals into powder. The strength almost can’t catch up…

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