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A book of poetry. A book of tears. A book of blood and sweat, too. A book to hold me. Will you let it hold me?

Janet

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bởi RedBirdWrites

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A path to kinder dreams that

exposes itself to me in the argument between

nightmares and wakefulness,

my shadow is dancing when it sees you while my

own self tries to deceive you into otherwise.

Your hair cresting over your eyes in waves

and in curls

and in braids

and in red,

I feel so lopsided.

I've always felt so lopsided when I am supplied

with the sight of you.

And when you open your mouth,

all that flies from your throat is a collection of canticles

that lets me know how much you care,

how much you dare.

I feel like I'm flying, all because you worked your own wings first.