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She clings to me; like a button on my plaid shirt. Sewn in strategically. Gradually withering away in her fibers But holding on for the life of her. My hands are soaked in sweat but I cant interrupt her steady breath.
We were different; We were different before paying bills We were different before heartbreak We were different before going out into the world. The world; A matrix of experiences,
When I was younger I use to think that something was wrong with my skin,I would shower 4 times a day,Scrubbing extra hard and using extra soap thinking that some dirt would come off,
Guilt blooms in my chest like an unwelcomed garden.  But luckily I chose to weed them out before they had any chance to stay and wind around my heart.   
Us
Growing up, We wanted to make our family proud. Our teachers thrilled. Our peers happy. But growing up, We always made our family shake their head in disappointment, Our teachers in disapprovement,
Your garden is-dull. The ground is-dry. Blades of grass are scared sharp and pointed dry. The pebbles are not shining. The surrounding whiff is damp and dusty. Do you know Van Gogh's flowers?
The trail of  your fingertips have been embedded onto my skin.The scent o
To question my sexuality To question everything that I once knew That I was remotely sure about  That's hard  For Her though  thats has to be the easiest choice I could make
To question my sexuality To question everything that I once knew That I was remotely sure about  That's hard  For Her though  thats has to be the easiest choice I could make
Heart beats extra two beats  every time I see her face, She a goddess, Not just being moddest, Mouth drops fifteen inches even when I'm fifteen inches away
With a shimmy and a shake,
this is game seven we are tied, but not for long champs will show no fear  
Yellow over Green What auras you bring, The gentle breeze creates a soulful melody As Maraca leaves shuffle to their fertile dance The harmonious birds take center stage
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