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two hundred and five

the scars are itchy
and very white against
my brown skin
they live like memories
tattooed on my hands
without explanation
i wait for them to fade… 24 more words

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two hundred and four

lightning dances in the dark
like flashes from nature’s camera
as she takes a glance at what we are doing
as she works her magic… 72 more words

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two hundred and three

sometimes i look around, i read the headlines
listen to the news, catch comments from strangers
and friends. sometimes i listen to it all
and i worry… 151 more words

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two hundred and two

the picture in my head is not the one i see in the mirror
do you see yourself in your own mind, flawed and beautiful, 143 more words

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two hundred and one

they are there, right at the surface
lingering underneath the ducts
waiting for the sweet release
crying affords them
i feel them there, but i do not… 170 more words

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There's no place like home

If you had the opportunity to live a nomadic life, traveling from place to place, would you do it? Do you need a home base? What makes a place “home” to you?

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two hundred

i am just a body
you can stare at
watch and comment on

i am just a body
for your dreaming
demeaning pleasure

i am just a body… 129 more words

365 Days Of Writing