I picked up the blade
like it would help me sow...

The autumn sun touched the
nape of my neck, today...

Surrounded.
These shrill voices mock...

I socialized today
with other decent human beings...

Sometimes gifts of speech destroy;
infuriated tornadoes that lick malice...

Right now, I'm not being fashioned by statistics,
politically correct statements or any vivid...

To have you here [at last]
is my heart's truest desire...

I thought he needed me
like rainfall begs for light...

I twirl my cocktail umbrella
comforted by its serene shade...

Everyday,
I leave this house parched...

//
What does it mean to be wanted...

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Tracked by a dead chemical...