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We say goodbye to your friends on the street corner, a slight chill floating through the summer night air. Outside is dark, filled with deep purples and hazy oranges as we pass under streetlight after streetlight. Your house is cosy and warm as we arrive, the lights still on and everyone still awake for a late night hello. It doesn't take us long to disperse up the stairs into our separate rooms. It feels so comfortable, like I've been doing it forever. I lay my head on your chest, sleep pulling at my eyes, as you swirl your fingers along my back. I never want to feel anything but this close and connected to you.

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A vampire appears at my door,

He asks to come in, and I decline,

He persists and insists and asks again,

I yield, I say fine.

The vampire crosses my threshold,

And glances at the garlic on my table,

He knows I won't use it,

I'm too scared to be able.

His only fear is the morning coming,

And the sun catching him red-handed,

But he'll be long gone by then,

And I'll be forever branded.

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It's been so long since I slept uneasy because of you,

I thought that your grip on my life was well and truly through.

Then you show up, in my mind or in the people I see,

and I still can't comprehend all you did to me.

The innocence of my youth ripped so early from my fist,

If you cross my mind by day, I see you through an angry mist,

If you cross my mind by night, the fear does so insist.

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A cinnamon roll sits on my desk,

Laden with a note and a kiss,

A smile stretches and warms my cheek

At the thought of the person I did miss.

The days seem so long,

Longer than the corridor to your seat,

I wish you would swing by,

That you would let our eyes even meet.

We sit over a coffee and a bun

And joke and chat and get on,

But you never ask me about it,

And it still feels like you are gone.

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The computer screen flickers, casting moving shadows along the barren walls. The scene is set only by that tenuous light, night having firmly taken over from the day, felt also by the drag on the lids of my eyes. Movement of cars outside could almost be mistaken for the swell of sea waves. My exasperated hand runs through my well ruffled hair for another time and sends the red strands scattering in all directions. Every fibre in my body aches for the kind of sleep that I haven't had since my eyes were softer. The creak of my spine echoes before the pitter patter of my fingers on the keyboard fills the room again.

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The orange sky has been taken over more by deep blue since she last took a peek out of the window. The cool night air is a welcome respite for their slick bodies. He collapses onto her back, and they begin to giggle breathlessly. She can feel the vibrations of his laughter move through her spine. He moves, as if to get up, but instead starts to slowly pepper kisses along her shoulders and neck. The familiar intimacy fills the small gap between them, and it's comfortable. She can feel his smile in his kisses, and he can hear her appreciation in the little noises that escape her own smiling lips.

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I don't want to be here anymore.

I want to be in the stories that feed my imagination,

and the songs that feel so smooth in my throat and

beat in my chest alongside my heart.

I want to be within the rushing currents and feel the

bare grass between my toes, dew soaking my soles

until the chill of the star lightened darkness spreads up my spine.

I want to be in the greatest love stories, the ones that

you witness once in a lifetime and forever chase like you're

running through a field into the sunset before it disappears.

I want to be in a circle of all my dearest loved ones,

even the ones that are gone this long while, and to have

their laughter bathe my heart in golden warmth.

There are so many places I want to be, but I can't get there,

so I don't know where to go, but,

I don't want to be here anymore.

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The water is unforgiving. It pulls at my limbs with a ferocity I never expect, and infects my chest with the heaviest cold I have ever felt. If I were to be pulled under I would be gone. Just another part of the background noise of a peaceful forest. My body would go green with moss, and sink to the bottom like a rock that has always been there. Sometimes I think about the tranquility of that, my unwavering stare looking up to the muffled sunlight above. It becomes a tempting fate in the rush of the day. The current feels so welcoming against my tired soul. No longer would the world's needs lie heavy on my soul if I were just another rock on the riverbed.

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Put your arm around my waist and pull me close.

Slide your hand up the small of my back and feel me shiver.

I will hold onto the hem of your trousers and

twiddle my fingers just below the seam.

My neck will crane and I will look up at your kind eyes,

a smile that could melt my heart into a puddle

pulling at your pinks lips.

Your heartbeat will create a rhythm with my own that

could make the blossoms dance.

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The stubble on your chin frames your face in such a different way, an older way. Even the way you carry yourself, it's all so changed, and yet you're still the person I wanted all that time ago. If anything my heart beats stronger with every thought of your presence.

My hair lies far heavier on my head than those summery days we first met. The anger and confusion in my soul is still there, but more muted, more able to be contained and understood. You speak sweet words that I longed for in the before.

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The river gushes nearby, hidden by the blanket of the evening, but I know it is to my left as week's worth of rainfall makes it journey down its stream. Rocks are a welcome respite to the soft ground underfoot. I can no longer hear the rush of cars, or people, leaving the cold air untouched between me and the sky. The stars and the moon light my path, guiding me higher into those dark shadows that resemble mountains. I could lay down in this cold wet grass and be happy and alone and touched all at once, but I fear that if I did, I may never leave its tempting embrace.

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I feel this crushing weight of Life, perching itself on my weary shoulders. Adulthood has been less of my lifetime than the childhood I wish I had back, but it still feels so nauseatingly there, clinging to my skin with the sticky persistence of a summer sweat. It's closeness dampens the air going into my lungs so that I can barely catch a full breath. Each heave of my chest comes with a bombardment of all that I have to figure out and know and be, beating on my chest like a drum until I fall to the ground, head falling sharply into the bed of my fists.

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I want to learn and do new things for the rest of my life

Pale light just about illuminates your skin as we both move together. All whispers and eye contact and pressing finger tips. Even as my eyes will me to still myself and finally slip into a comfortable slumber, I find my hands on you again. I can't help but to continue, your whispered adorations and silent, open-mouthed appreciations convince me to keep going. Skin against skin, never uncomfortable or unwanted. Even when our bodies finally do give in to the beckon of sleep, we find each other touching again after not too long. Half-awake mumbles of encouragement ring through the ice cold air, but we are warm, wrapped up in each other.

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And then I was alone, in a new place, surrounded by strangers disguised as friends. A foreign sun creeps across the sky of an unrecognisable cityscape, disappearing behind clouds that do not belong to me. My wounds open towards the heavens, but the bell ring of a church tower silences my cries. I don't want to be here. I want to be somewhere that doesn't exist anymore. You are gone, and I am alone.

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Low, soft light flickering against the walls,

creeping back and forth on the varnished floors.

Whispers echoing between lips and bare skin.

A cloth puddle on the floor, forgotten.

Light touches trace their paths along our hillsides,

mindlessly swirling.

Hours are gladly lost to the unexpected warmth of

the winter night.

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Dear You,

I stood at the foot of my bed this morning, curtains closed but sunlight seeping through nonetheless. My bed is messy and lonely and empty. The silence lays thick, almost suffocating, dampening the usual city sounds that creep through my thin windows. Most of the time you weren't here anyway, but my morning seems so much quieter knowing that you aren't at the other end of the phone.

The skies are blue here for the first time in a long time. A thin layer of frost coats the ground, similar to that day we went to the lake. I can imagine if you were here we would have found some forest or beach or hill to walk and admire for the day. But you're not here, and that's that.

Slow jazz music plays through my speaker as I sip at my morning cup of tea; I think of the night we danced in your kitchen. There's no doubt in my mind that I love you. Your mug will stay on my shelf until I am no longer here to put it there. I hope you keep mine safe too.

I'm so glad you exist.

Love from, Me

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