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I can feel the dust of her skin in my skin; and I think maybe that means these bones of mine have grown weary of crying too.

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I can feel the dust of her skin in my skin; and I think maybe that means these bones of mine have grown weary of crying too.
ODD KEN

Break Up Cry Feeling Growth Myself Skin Thinking
In the end not every bleeding thing dies; at least, not like a paper plays in fire.
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Blood Death End Fire Paper Play
Pain is never too weak to leave the body still standing or laughing the same.
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Body Laughter Leaving Pain Stand Weakness
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
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.
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Better Herself Home Hope Lost Place Rest Water
Breathe in the pain and bring out the wounds. It’s only a process and you’ll learn to survive the rest.
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Breathe Learning Pain Rest Survive Wound Yourself
If ever the fall is the ground, someone tell her I’m this close to soil, and I can feel it!
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Fall Feeling Ground Myself
I forget how our story started; but these days I’m finding the missing pieces behind every exhale, where I left the words standing with sore feet.
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Forget Missing Myself Pieces Stand Start Story
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.
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Death Equality Feeling Job Love Man Side Taste
Either the jump or the drown, loving her has always readied me for the fire.
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Drown Fire Herself Love Myself Preparation
I knew you would leave someday; And from there a poet will be born from the ashes.
ODD KEN

Born Break Up Leaving Myself Poet Yourself
Most days missing her is my only choice between death and dying.
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Choice Death Herself Missing Myself
I guess you’re the bee and the stings all at once; By which I mean you’re the reason I wrap these tired bones around every aching thing.
ODD KEN

Bone Heart Broken Myself Reason Tired Yourself
I guess we all understand the love language fine; but maybe truth is we’re just too fluent in goodbyes.
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End Goodbye Language Love Myself Truth Understand
Sorry to a heavy heart in the morning; sorry to waking up and being yourself the only reason to cry.
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Cry Heart heavy Morning Reason Sorry Wake Up Yourself
You’re gone. And I think I’m only trying to mean a lot to myself too.
ODD KEN

Break Up Myself Thinking Try

I can feel the dust of her skin in my skin; and I think maybe that means these bones of mine have grown weary of crying too.

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