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The younger always think they are better

Stories of days long gone

His bold years

Harden years

Egotistic years

Young

How his father viewed him

Scold him

Responsibility

Only wanted fun

Now the same

No despite yet shame

In his voice to his young

And the lad stood in silence

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It seems he wasn't the one for me

I've seen him in the arms of another woman

He looked happy

Playful

At peace

Content

A vast difference form when around myself

Always aggravated

Judgmental

Cold

Silent

And thus, I knew I had to let him go

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Run

She said run

And that's what I did

Right into your arms

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Out there

I think I was nine maybe eleven, yet most likely ten

There was this little pond in the yard

And at night I would walk around it for hours upon hours

Maybe two, yet most likely one

Round and round I would walk around looking up

Always looking up

Just me and the heavens

Just me and the stars

Just me and the sky

Just us, yet maybe

Myself

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Bread in the oven

Timely she eases on the chair

He teases knowingly as her lips say if only he knew

So that night he walked in the room

Mocking her movements

Arching of his back hand on his hip

Weighted

Taking a place on the bed

Slowly as her manners

He looks at her with giggles

Unable to hold back her tears

Her laughter

Onto himself

A great melon

Harnessed

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No longer with me

It's a wonder

So sweet, eyes that adore

Greetings alway

Good morning, good day, good night

Fed, tired, happy

Curious, a burst dam of questions

Time slows on us as you walk in your own light

Smile alway

Now I adore even more

No need to wonder

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Ten

Keep doing your thing.

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Time

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At

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Rant

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Little light

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Is Tumblr dead, or is it just dead for Poets?

I say knowing they exist yet ask where have they gone

Have they been hiding in words of shadows or am I just the lost one in the dark

There use to be so many now I feel as if I can number them with my hand and another

Still that be an exaggerated number

Where are they that wrote for others

Where are those that just write and seek no pleasure

All in all let them do them

Yes, let them be.

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I should've said no right away