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The heat in my chest, ever beats so softly. It burns like a fire and spreads to my fingers, to my stomach, and to my toes. Then finally to my hair where it can feel your fingers run through it.

all i can do is shine a gentle pinprick in the sky but i see him wander the earth and every tear that he sheds shines more than a star like i could ever be

i dreamt i died in folds of whipping cream and bacon for a sky a blueberry's dream the almond spoons stir a quart of dripping milk in blue china glass dances the orange peel

maple street a billion and two we grew up here next to the zoo crumbling strays on the sidewalk fingers pasted with old fluffy chalk beyond our balcony we can see the supermarket, a man brewing tea the laughter and burning of raw meat our top floor is the sweetest of life's treats how did we lose ourselves find ourselves in this philosophic city filled with the new age gravity a landmark with children and spinning cars

I still remember when you sang to me songs that crystallized into flesh harmonies that morphed my skin and soul yet you didn't know and will never know the masterpiece my heart composed I still remember when you sang to me your voice was weaving melodies with the fluttering beat of the Earth below our feet and I unbraided the sound to get a strand stitching it's memories into my own I still remember when you sang to me a solo of a thousand emotions that pained my life and made me live see the extraodinary in the ordinary show all the love the world had to give Oh, I still remember when you sang to me My eyes that dried when yo

He runs through the bitter woods and hides his heart into his pocket. He doesn't know where he is going but he forgot his key in that locket. He wonders if he cried out loud enough to move away the moon. Will he ever learn my name and I learn his someday soon. He warms the heart once in his chest and crushes it when I make no choice. He suddenly cannot understand the hesitation in his voice. He hides away within his cage of shadow, sea, and pine. Will I ever learn his name he asks and wonders what is mine.

all these words spill from my mouth scatter onto the empty page and fall crashing to the floor it was an apology letter to father saying sorry for causing a sin i know already it will never be enough the story is i fell in love with this boy who lives through my woven words and today i'm running to his fictional world it's place that doesn't exist at all where souls easily rip to tiny shreds but to me it feels just right we'll harvest fields of picture books read them to our imagined babies return home with the light of paper lanterns eat dinner off old thumbtacks play lullabies with a tissue and comb then sleep afloat in our

i can swallow strings of beaded diamond and gold and when it rains in town i write my signature in pink i can host tea parties on mountainous terrain and when it rains in town i feast upon the bitten stars i’ve forgotten to rhyme again believe that the world has no real end i’ve forgotten i’m peculiar believe that the fairytale has a real end i can create a statue using only paper and glue and when it rains in town i bottle up the whole sea i can paint a man without loving him myself and when it rains in town i’ll jump in the mirror to go find me i’ve forgotten to rhyme again believe that the line

fold me up half a soul an incomplete origami heart creasing away the broken love notes