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Love flows between people Between the grooves of their skin Between the cracks of their lips Between the canal of their blood vessels.
365 days ago I was a little girl Wishing that my little dreams would come to be true Now is the time that I am no longer wishing But watching my future come to be reality As I take my first baby step
She cradled my hand and spat the truth this religion is just not for you. I peddled to shore when the sun rose and practiced a life I have not yet disclosed.   Ripples danced over my chest
same old, same new. you look back  and boom. everything has changed. but where? you woke up the same as yesterday.   but   your hair is longer, your body is older,
Watermelon unsettles an empty stomach  Strawberry mouths, clean nails stained pink  Pressed against strangers pasty palms  They all pale in comparison to yours
I don’t think you can disappoint me, At least not easily. *sigh* I think it’s difficult to disappoint someone Who believes that every hope is a gun.
January started strange Touching, kissing, brand new games Led to silence too loud to hear What a welcome to the New Year Next, February found Losing a friend but gaining all around
Years are measured; Not by the days, but by the time that takes up the days. Time is measured; Not by a clock,
As New Years day came, the words "new beginnings" engraved my soul. I was tired of playing games, and from us taking it slow. I made my decision, i was moving to miami, cause you had my heart.
Dear Last Year, 
I look in a mirror. I see my reflection. But it is not me. It may look like me, but from a different era. A different time.  She does not look like me. She is not me. That girl in the mirror.
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