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science
of all the science and logic and facts knowing the difference between good and evil the difference between right and wrong i still look into your eyes riddled with specks of gold and brown and i fold
dress
My woven dress was such a mess as he caressed my supple breast. I must confess I dispossessed virginity with much success. His soft caress made me assess the painfulness of his impress Nevertheless, as you can guess, I did transgress all of this stress But I digress
reflex
We stood in the middle of the room among slivers of broken glass and overturned furniture. I saw the beginning of a tear glitter at the edge of her eye and I was immediately sorry. I didn’t mean to make her cry, I was just upset. I raised my hand to place on her shoulder, but she flinched. The gesture scared her. “It was just a reflex,” she stammered. It was just a reflex, but it broke my heart.
meaning
Somewhere in the distance, an alarm clock blares Sending the world on their way Feet chattering on the sidewalk People herding like cattle The hands on the clock, they turn I stand among them And on that dirty sidewalk, as they make their rounds I try to find some meaning in it all
lack
Sea water on the rocks into vodka on the rocks. Skinned knees and band-aids into bruised knees and cover-up. Bedtime stories into bedtime sorry’s. I age, therefore I lack.
stand
Stand, harsh with no remorse. Live, provide, be a man. Stand and face the world. Reject cowardice. Be a man.
stride
Beaten, broken, hurt, belittled. Never able to walk with pride? Shame on you. Through the fire and over broken glass I stride.
lashes
And i felt her eyelashes graze my cheek as we hugged. For some reason, it reminded me of my childhood. Her long lashes representing wistful beauty and promise of youth...
depth
the depth of the soul runs farther down the rabbit hole than you think.