– flashuser.net
My heart is only
A nick, a valley carved
By years of erroneous weather.
Your smile is an eviction,
A dash of joy like sunlight
Fleeing through parted blinds.
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My life, being dehydrated,
Carries with it the constant
Threat of drowning.
Your life precedes gravity
And all its crude assumptions.
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Denial does not yield
Freedom, however, fiercely
The trick is applied.
Try as I might
I can find no tread
Within this artificial flood.
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You suffer no such compulsions
And as others subside into
Their respective apathies
You are still dreaming,
Buoyant as a Spring shower.
mindlovemisery 