in
becoming,
you’ve shed
debris
and found your
place
despite stark
cold,
growing
cozy
as time gets
old.
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only vulnerable
at times
to
you,
eyes wide with
insight
peering through.
i was hushed..
just in time..
to spare the flowers
my burning
breath,
and watched them
grow beyond
common
size
in a vase,
hand made..
with love..
by you.
be my last
dance
in the flame
room,
won’t let your
plush hair
brush the
dirt,
should we flee
in time
to escape
night,
may we find
our truth
or
worse?
hidden in the cracks
between cracks–
feeling crammed
into each
gap,
ticking down lost
seconds
as captive of
self-set
trap.
dear strung out
operator,
might you spare
the time
to listen with your
heart on..
be my belated
valentine?
the tap of cool rain upon
my forehead
soothes all aches
from past
winters,
boarded up in
rooms half
my size
while
snow angels
formed outside.
needed to
write
what my mind
couldn’t
face,
on a day so sunken
and devoid of
grace,
thus i throw up my
hands in the
hopes you
relate
and purge
such
before my word
bubbles
deflate.
one way door
into a mind like yours
brimmed with thoughts
of wonder,
two bright eyes
cast
on windexed
glass
enticing me to
enter.
i floated over creaky
bridge
like we had in swells
of summer,
where fireflies
with star
shaped
eyes
lead us safely
to its greener side.
hands in the garden 
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