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Change is not a four letter curse word I once believed it to be.

Schuyler

My love lives in my cheeks – gives me away by the first smile. all the lines from years spent laughing, warm with extra freckles in the summer; a poker face that doesn’t keep once my knees fold.
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Face Live Love Myself Smile Summer
I’d get lost in this green, ferns leaning against the trees, soil stuck to my feet, never dream of finding my way back again.
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Dreams Lost Myself Tree Way
People have been washed away by less. I’ll take every step gently. So often, you can’t tell the rush of a riptide until you’re already at sea.
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Myself People Sea Wash
I’m thinking about how early the spring flower buds rise up from the grass; just barely on winter’s heels. How uncomfortable, how cold the soil must be, still half-frosted, when the roots start to take shape.
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Comfortable Flower Myself Shape Start Thinking
Yes, this life is mine, but more often I watch it take place and my hands feel too far away to touch it.
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Hands Life Myself Place Touch
Take me back to the evergreen trees; to the sunlight through the leaves, the bending ferns and fronds. The pitter of the rain, the smooth rocks sleeping under moss. Take me back to the life I know before this body.
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Body Known Leaves Life Myself Sunlight Tree
I still know the fabric of where I begin and end.
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Beginning End Fabric Myself
I’ll craft a haven that that cradles every joy and sorrow, but doesn’t hold them to keep.
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Craft Happiness Hold Myself Sorrow
If every feeling comes like a wave, I try to decide what kind of coastline I’ll become.
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Decision Feeling Myself Wave
Please come here, but not too close.
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Close Near One Liner
How radiant you are, waiting by the window, watching for the sun to grant you more time to dance beneath it. You’ve let yourself dream again. Even if its in bites, even if it’s in a different voice than it used to be.
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Different Dreams Radiant Voice Window Yourself
Change is not a four letter curse word I once believed it to be.
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Believe Change Curse Myself
Some mornings, I like to live like a secret; wake as quietly as I can, slip out of bed without so much as a wrinkle.
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Live Morning Myself Quiet Secret Wake Up
Hold me here, where I feel less like a stranger to my own laughter. Where it’s easier to believe things happen for a reason or maybe, at least, out of a thousand winding roads my life might take, I will still find one that fits me.
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Feeling Hold Life Oneself Reason Road Stranger
I don’t want to be a saint, I want a love I don’t fight alone to keep.
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Alone Fight Love Myself Saint
The world will be loud again. I’ll notice the loneliness less.
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Loneliness Loud Myself Notice World

Change is not a four letter curse word I once believed it to be.

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