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Cover my eyes so I may see no Evil,Cover my eyes so I may not see you.But your Love keeps me tied to you like some unwanted tether,A Golden Lasso of something I no longer wish to have.
My father’s hands were calloused And rough, worn down from years of labor. Those hands – the tough hands I brushed As a child – they were an immigrant’s honor. They fought for us, always, when my mother
A slight pinch She gaspes Her virginity gone He lays her down Coming in to her from behind
dear megan, if i wanted to write you a letter to finally say everything i wanted to say if i ever saw you again i guess
A mother's milky skin never keeps you awake for long My mother is cold, so I am always satisfied by a goosebumps embrace, a quiet good night My mother has tightly curled hair, it smells like apricots and long nights
A hand is apowerful toolby humansused to createor destroy. He used it tocomfort andplease, toshow me thatthe world wasn'tso scary.
Because I loved you, and maybe I do, I sat with you when you got angry. Because I loved you, and maybe I do, I held your hand and told you to take deep breaths. Because I loved you, and maybe I do,
A pinwheel. A simple toy, Requires strength to keep spinning. Let’s be a pinwheel. Let’s continue to move along. Let’s go through it. Come, forget about our past.
Despite the eloquence ofMy words;My actionsShowcase merciless intent My actionsSeem to display meAs selfishAs ifI don’t love you BUT YOU ARE WRONG