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(setting)
racing time
to money and access, the tears
meet meek
“cross my heart hope to die…”
another truth—
an unlinear life
random lines
build a body
catch a genius
just words to a fool
a rhythmless poem
to (me.an) I’m in love
with a man name thomas
as silently as the h,
as lightly as the second stanza
& just as real.
I flow
in the background
of a song. he beats
my ears soft
to yearn for a man
who bands his finger pretty
& binds his heart, ache.
to yern for a life
with no way to will it in..
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