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 3:45 am    09/19/18

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Sometimes I feel like writing; I don't claim that what I write is good, but I like reading what I have written.
may-15
i lived my life
  with a seed for a heart
you were the sun
  that made it a flower
    and made it bloom
what do i know of flowers?
  they smell nice and
    they are beautiful
you know how to nurture them
  and how to make them grow
who can know this
  better than a flower?
i was only happy
  to have a bloom
    where a seed was

now the sun has left me
  and i have left the sun
the clouds have interrupted us
  and my bloom has closed

i could live my life
  wandering in darkness --
    hell is not continuous
but how can i live with
  brief flashes of sunlight
    through patchy clouds
  having forsworn the day?

i must live in a sarcophagous
  to save me from your sunshine
may it not consume the heart
  that it is there to save