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My body is a field site of muscle memory and weathered bones.

Renee Stone

Let go of the honey-sweet lies for the bittersweet truths.
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Let Go Lying Sweet Truth
Here you are, another heartache to guard under my wings as I wait wondering when it’ll be time for me to fly.
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Fly Guard Heart Broken Myself Time Wondering
We walk in circles, never knowing when to end the cycle our hearts put us in.
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Circle Heart Ourselves Walk
My body is a field site of muscle memory and weathered bones.
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Body Bone Memory Muscle Myself
I can’t take it all in or else I’ll grow cold when the heat already escapes my fingers and toes.
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Cold Escape Fingers Growth Myself Toes
I try to build myself a bridge to cross every time I start to ruminate on my thoughts.
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Bridge Build Myself Start Thinking Time Try
I still have a scar from the time someone said, ‘Sometimes love isn’t enough.’
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Enough Love Myself Scar Time
I wonder why I’m so empathetic, why people perceive me to be so kind. I don’t want my heart to burn when there’s no one burning mine.
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Burn Empathy Heart Nature Oneself People Wonder
I write poems of the past; they reveal the reasons we didn’t last.
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Myself Past Reason Reveal Writing
I can assure you that I don’t wake up every day with a smile upon my face, and the distance from happiness in the morning isn’t set at a constant rate.
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Face Happiness Morning Myself Rate Smile Wake Up
I bear the fruits of your memory in the expression of my art for that is what you gave to the world.
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Art Expression Fruit Memories World Yourself
Flowers crown her with thorns, keeping her mind entrapped in a garden of lies – guarding her mind.
RENEE STONE

Crown Flower Garden Guard Lying Mindset
I carry on knowing that when I deteriorate, my body will be a museum of all I can do and all that hindered me.
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Body Carry Death Museum Myself
I’m writing on a blank page full of chances and hope.
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Chance Hope Myself Page Writing
My words decay. I grow as they fray, unbecoming in the passage of time.
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Growth Myself Passage Time Word
Imagine the unknown of what the beings around you cover up and struggle with everyday.
RENEE STONE

Day Imagination Struggle Unknown

My body is a field site of muscle memory and weathered bones.

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