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Lately I've been feeling like alphabet soup,Well, alphabet spaghettios because those taste better. Out of all the types of spaghettios, The ones with meatballs, franks, less sodium,I chose alphabet noodles. 
At the dawn of a sun drenched summerFlowing with hope and lightThere began a decay inside of meThat injected my veins with the night
There was freedom in ones lonliness and existence in ones presense.  I wanted to witness the never ending night, but time was of the essence.  My vision had advanced dull across the colorless sky,
Dear attacker,   It has been so long since I’ve seen your face yet I feel I will never forget it brown eyes pale skin white teeth the most charming smile
I saw the stars for the first time in a while.    Was it you shining down on me?   I've never seen them  so clearly in this sad and busy city.  
a broken promisetorn sinews, feathers of painsoar, wings; let it go   healing is a fightwingspan in a duffel bag(you are forgiven)
I have scars some are physical The phantom burn from the hot coal silver on my hands from rambunctious cats The mark on my leg from a bad scooter accident   I have scars some are emotional
Oh, Darling, honey dear I will hold you near It’s quiet underneath the moon Let’s stay here until noon   Darling, honey dear
I have burned  all the pictures  that were a reminder  of the mistake of that was us   and I have shed the hurt and the pain that I was  saving for the next time we met  
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