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This ‘missing you’ It begs for water; it cries your name.

Odd Ken

Just as it demands blood, to meet bone, It’ll forever take something painful to understand pain.
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Blood Demand Forever Painful Philosophy Understand Wisdom
To me there was only ever you!
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Love Myself One Liner Relationship Yourself
I’ve been to the countryside a couple of times. Somedays it is all wood and grass and empty. Other days it feels like you!
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Country Feeling Forest Place Time Yourself
To heal is to be constantly reminded that once you learn to punch, you die with blood on your wrist.
ODD KEN

Blood Death Hands Healing Learning Wisdom Yourself
There’s not much I know about forgetting. By which I mean I can hear her name from a distance; and it still breathes cold in my chest.
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Breathe Cold Distance Forget Herself Myself Name
I don’t think the world is ever getting better; I guess maybe people just find new ways to hide what kills them.
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Hide Kill Myself People Thinking Way World
I swear I love her so much that somedays I can’t quite tell if I’m just a good liar.
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Goodness Herself Love Lying Myself Quite Talk
The broken worlds we hide inside; that’s how we start to die!
ODD KEN

Break Death Hide Start World
Maybe water is not entirely lost when soaked into sand. Maybe it finds a better resting place to call home; and I hope she did too.
ODD KEN

Better Herself Home Hope Lost Place Rest Water
Often times the language is different; by which I mean, I love her, and it’s the only stammer I’ve ever known.
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Different Language Love Myself Time
I’ve seen it, I know it too; love still dances in the fire after the rescue.
ODD KEN

Dance Fire Love Myself Rescue See
Love is a job doer and a man slayer. Both equally efficient, until the taste of it is most felt on the cold side of the ribs.
ODD KEN

Death Equality Feeling Job Love Man Side Taste
After healing I’ll run back to her – of course this poem demands a brutal ending!
ODD KEN

Brutal Demand End Healing Myself Poem Run
In the end the salt calls the ocean home; and I guess this is why drowning has always been a part of loving you.
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Drown End Home Love Myself Ocean Salt Yourself
I held my breath underwater and felt surrender in my lungs; maybe this too counts as love.
ODD KEN

Breathe Count Love Myself Surrender
There’s a constant battle of me and healing; all of which still sits burning and intricately perplexed in ink.
ODD KEN

Battle Burn Healing Ink

This ‘missing you’ It begs for water; it cries your name.

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