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Not the way I did before.
I'm no longer afraid to trace the marks of places we've been,
I glide on the roads we used to stroll..
Your name no longer makes me uncomfortable.
Your memories no longer haunt me.
I need no shoulder to cry.
I'm strong enough to walk alone
And smile.
I still love you.
But not the way I did before.
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Summertime
Summertime coasters,
Sunsets and glaciers.
Vase of glass,
Bunch of sunflowers.
Sun on the high,
Leaves drinking blood.
Eyes belie,
What words scud.
Brewing coffee,
Black and lark.
Conversations,
Vague and stark.
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House on the sea
Do you remember?
You once walked over wooden boards
To a house
that sat on stilts in the sea.
You have wandered lost a long time then.
The fairy tales warned you,
Of love and fear,
Of Angels and Beasts.
The moon painted me black,
Those sketches you believed.
And so,
You and I
Will become a memory,
Of a memory of a memory,
Shut and lost
in that house on the sea.
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Words rain on my window
Took me awhile
to make words rain on my window
Been residing in silences for long,
I now find my repose in chaos.
The quite dungeons of my being
Echo with voices of the old.
Cities of surrender
Have paved pathways of audacity.
Sometimes I run the streets,
sometimes they run me.
I’m the body of a queen, in hoods
filled up with backstreet imprudence,
Mad moves, grooves and beat of drums.
I'm electric
And serene.
A patch of wet grass
On sun-burnt fields of tangerine.
The surface
And so the depth.
The sunrises
And sunsets.
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