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I write poems of the past; they reveal the reasons we didn’t last.

Renee Stone

The free for all of love – these tiny acts within our capability. In turn, reciprocation is of no concern. We just want people to listen and learn that love is granted to all.
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Capacity Concern Freedom Learn Listen Love People
My body is a field site of muscle memory and weathered bones.
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Body Bone Memory Muscle Myself
I spill words among pages so that I can’t say my thoughts are stuck in cages. Can’t say I didn’t let it out when I can say for sure I wrote it down.
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Myself Thinking Word Writing
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 wish you could feel it when it’s dark at night, and I think of you when I pass the streetlights. But I know you feel the care without me being there.
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Care Darkness Feeling Myself Night
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
I grew up learning history about communities that would support their people (the idea that it takes a village), but all I see are so many people left on their own.
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Community Growth History Learning Myself People Support
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 search for comedy scripts, I watch happy shows, In hopes that laughter will be the remedy I end my day with.
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Comedy Day End Happiness Laughter Myself Scripture Search Watch
Reading has always been my sweetest escape, but I write to convey that which I want to escape or what scares me to say, even if it’s something positive.
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Escape Myself Positive Reading Scare Sweet Writing
I don’t think anyone really gets my attachment to the little things. They call it insignificant and say that it is what it is. I think it all adds up to what we stand for. The little things add up to something meaningful and so does the complacency.
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Attachment Call Meaning Myself Stand Thinking
I lost touch with the world around me – gone unnoticed by that which surrounds me, but I must find the presence of that which grounds me if I am to once again grasp onto everything I lost touch with.
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Lost Myself Notice Presence Surround Touch World
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
They hit like waves, the memories of those old summer days. Memories you’d have thought to erase, but they crash ashore without haste.
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Day Erase Hit Memories Old Summer Thinking Wave
To be understood is to be on part of the path to inclusivity.
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Journey Path Spirituality Understand
Imagine the unknown of what the beings around you cover up and struggle with everyday.
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Day Imagination Struggle Unknown

I write poems of the past; they reveal the reasons we didn’t last.

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