Ah yes,
a year closer
to retirement.
A candle burning bright,
as the wax drips down,
celebrating,
confetti like rain,
un-controlable,
but beautiful.
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The streets were talking.
The streets sang songs,
they played lullabies
and I
walked dreamily
through canyons of
starlit buildings.
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Funk Music,
Beach Goth,
The cosmic vibrations
of a million suns
rattle through the room.
Space dance,
leather pants.
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Anger boiling and bubbling,
ebb and flow of tears and frustration.
8 years passed
childhood relationship
crumble under stress of distance & responsibility.
Emotional abuse
leaves scars much harder
to find that buises.
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