asklepiades (asklepiades) wrote,

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success is not a metric for living

and i am lost
every time life springs.

so take me wind and be my lover
take me time and stay with me

the girl i love and i were married
twenty years and across a sea

my skipping heart is stilled more often
when i stand small below gray skies

my bondprice claimed, my body frail
my disposition kind and nature wise..
i spent a lifetime in undecision
while love's fresh air still brought me home.

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    I was wrong.

  • (no subject)

    Everytime someone died. color and breath, the fast unfurl of carbon away from death plants that rise and grow, strange citybomb beneath…

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    Bloomed in the fall, I loved you in the winter. When summer came the world was dead and cold.

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