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Decimals

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I loved you

In that millimeter of space

You gave me

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Yeah, it was a squeeze

But I couldn’t stop

Not even when the distance shrunk

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I knew that letting you go

Was the best option

The necessary and logical step

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But the viselike space

Inserted into my brain

Like a microchip that it was

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Jammed

Every time a new one was installed

It stuck.

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Bug Spray

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You had the antidote

But you couldn’t stop it

From happening

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You held the power

To stop the biting and pincering

For all these years: you

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But I was made into an hors d’oeuvre

Served for the convenience of others

Set on a table to be picked at

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Each prick into my skin

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Each time a mouth decided

My blood was sickeningly sweet

And so easy to pinch

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I was it’s last meal

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ivory tower complex

i think you are too high to see who’s down below and that has made you blind to see that you’ve reached the stars but are terribly alone

how far you’ve put yourself is of your own doing and who am i to tell you to stop climbing and reaching farther and farther for yourself

so high in the stratosphere you’ve built your spire to shine like no other but you’re so high that no one can ever hope to join you in your panorama view

but you might want to come down those ivory steps of your high tower every now and then to at least to see how your mother’s been fairing or how your father’s been feeling

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tiresias you say my name like you wanted to be forgiven. you say it like it’s the only thing on you lips and on your mind. you say it like it’s a tragedy and you the unwitting seer. don’t say my name if you write me as a tragedy. i want to write something brighter for myself and maybe then i can forgive myself for all the sadness that i’ve already written down dear seer, i will conquer my fate before you deem it a tragedy

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Perfect Mirror mirror I don't seek fairness Just comfort in my features A bit too much vacancy in my eyes And a smile that doesn’t reach my ears. I hope you glaze over them. Don't look too closely though I can't remember the last time I was quite whole ... I've been here before I know your face And each time I find something to love A bit more I don't see what you see And I'm thinking of everything To try to prove you wrong Cracks and crevices be damned I'll fill it in with gold And you'll have no choice But to shine

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11:11 i wish to be happier when i wake up in the morning than i was when i went to sleep

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clio how many times have we been here? how many times will i circle back? did you need me to set myself on fire for you to feel warm again? kindling is what i’ve become, each chapter we wrote together i tore from the seams and watched as it was consumed thank you for the gasoline i’ve got a few more books to go through and my hands will never smell the same hand me another tank for the tomes i’ve buried in the back reserved just for me those need to burn now

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Messiah Awaken at midnight, A princess she became Until dawn drew a curtain And the shadows receded The dead and the lost wandered But all rose to greet their monarch Ghosts found reprieve And ceased their haunt She walked among them Greeted them all by name Knew their stories But one day she left To walk amongst new ghosts And learn more stories She stayed long enough To help ease them along She stayed until there was nothing Else to be done Ghost-walker they called her Dead-raiser they named her But she was Hell bound And would walk until Death claimed her

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cheapskate i dealt my hand in time not money nor jewels that i had none of it was the only thing that i had to give though it was the most precious since i can never get it back i lost too much time investing in unstable foundations never seeing the construction to the end are you sure you want to throw your lot in with me?

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There But Not I don't have many people I can call mine So I don't know why I broke down After hearing your voice It's not like we were ever close It's not like we ever tried But I cried Maybe it's because I loved you Or maybe because a part of me Still loves you And remembers you But you were your own And didn't bother with me So I'll just stay here and hope I'll be done If I ever meet you again

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Mare My pain is alive and well If only a bit senile If I took a step outdoors And the trees began to rot I'd know that I was dreaming I knew that whatever I touched Grew, bright and strong Everything died in my dreams Everyone was dead in my dreams But it was only a dream I still woke up

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i wish i was special enough for you to remember me; in this time frame i knew you wouldn’t pick me i wouldn’t be your first choice or second or even third i don’t know how to be important enough for you to choose me over anything so i won’t ask you to i don’t want you to weigh me with someone else so if you’re asked to choose don’t consider me a factor just see me as someone standing sideline, ready to enter when needed; i’ll be here when you need me ft. @woohyan 's gift which has nothing to do w/ the poem...like at all

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supernova you beat me to it but now the afterimage travels back to me in telescopic flashes what i’m seeing already happened a long time ago but i’m still seeing it through clouded lenses i can’t brighten up the image and i can’t bring you back i can only see you as i once saw you you’re gone you were the brightest spot that managed to stick, so stuck you will stay stained on my retinal lens

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malleus et incus forged in the same fire blood of mine, iron thrumming can you hear that? the stars are screaming what have they wrought in that blaze to form you someone to defy the odds and shine brighter than any cluster of constellations could ever dream of doing

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Higher Education I hope. I hope It's worth it in the end. At the end of the line, Perhaps not the end But an end with more ends to end; I'll have to cross eventually. I hope this time Will be worth it, This time spent. This time will end And i hope its worth it In the end.

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airless inward i breathe and i know i’m working, that my body is mine somehow being with you made me feel like i wasn’t my own it’s sink or swim in this sea of swirling gases and i choose to swim i shared one last breath with you, letting our air mingle then outward i breathed i let you go

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Morally Gray

She was a span of colors, Sometimes one shade but more often More than one at the same time

She had her stance on certain things While not really knowing where to stand On others

Whatever she decided to do Happened to be whatever she decided After being in between

She was there, when she wanted to be, And not, When she had somewhere else to go

Sometimes she made bad calls Sometimes she made things even worse But most times, at least she tried

She was a person And she didn’t fit into what someone Else deemed a person

She was only the person She wanted to be And no one else