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i say i’ll be back soon knowing full well soon may not be soon enough no matter if it’s now or in your final moments it is going to break my heart, i know i am denying the inevitable whether or not this is the last time, i must learn to say goodbye

how do you say goodbye when you know it may be your last time? // a.s.m

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dust constantly collected on the windowsills  and in the corners  of the room, but i liked that because  i always knew where to find it.  a firm mattress was my muse,  pulling words like taffy pulling poetry that left a sweetness on my tongue and a purpose almost as defined, as solid, as sturdy as the walls. this was home home until i grew too big and my limbs tore down the frame. all that remains: my body, full of splinters  and a yearning for the way the sleepy sun shone through the windows.

Coventry // a.s.m 

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i reside in what i don't own what isn't home what isn't mine anymore.  i reach for hands i once found shelter in, i slip on my feet and scrape the bottom of this circulating stream. i once sought structure in the scattered. i'm carried off to go somewhere i do not know that isn't mine that isn't home.

planktonic // a.s.m 

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I Am (Nothing Without) Poetry

I am nothing besides a collection of poems waiting to be experienced, waiting to be written.  I am an urn of emotions, a vessel for verse, an undulating piece waiting to be completed. 

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You’re Where They Were All Born

If all my other loves were the twinkling city skylines of my heart, then you,  my dear, are the capital. 

If everything I’ve ever felt before burned with the intensity of a star,  you, my love, are a nebula. 

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I Don’t Miss Your Hands

The sky was so incredibly clear tonight. It was one of those nights where you would have whispered: the stars look so close you can touch them. 

Tonight, for the first time I don’t miss seeing your hands reach up to the sky. 

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It's hard to settle for bits and pieces of someone you used to swallow whole.

how am i supposed to be okay with small talk when you used to live inside me?