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sabbie And i can’t fine tune the daisies
with damaged, outsized nails,
demons of the night,
and murderers.

And i cannot cling to translation stones
and the dawn,
myths,
and boring art forms.

Or that missing child.

Collision and caves and cults and combinations
and all those single girls.

Their beginnings and their endings are not sufficient for me.


i can nod to someone else’s faeries
but it is not proper nor fair for me to cage them.
Caged faeries never sing as beautifully.
Or as clearly.

And i cannot take to haunting Celtic hills that aren’t my own.


i must find my own way.


i can
piece together
fragments of
other people’s
maps,


but i must make my own way home. 		010222
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kamiwhodoesntmatter Oh, if you only knew
How anxious and lonely it is
On either side of it all
The way it all works out
So perfect in design

No other possible ending
Fate intervened, they'll say
But it is a bitter victory
One more breath, and one more day
Oh, don't you know
How it hurts to be
The Solitary?

They say that the total agony of love
Is the worst pain to endure
They know nothing of wasting away
Withering inside, without a cure
And bearing it all with an outward smile
And trying to walk lightly all the way
Even though, all the while
We die a little every day...

So it goes, and so it must be
Due to the law of nature extending into perpetuity
This is the way it works
The way the river forks, my dear
In spite of everything
In dying fear,
(and perhaps the agony is truly
the fact that we still ardently adhere
to hoping

Here's to hoping
Fallen comrades,
Who loved and lost, then lost forevermore,
Who died inside waiting for the supernova

Oh, you wouldn't know
The laws which hold us in subjection
Have always been beyond you 		040801
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