You bare your teeth to the pavement,
And a heavy throat rumbles
Like jagged thunder.
It’s not yet time for the fireflies,
So you are left with chewed fingernails,
Coffee kisses and limestone skin.
The Moon is calling you,
Because you are a tide,
Slowly spreading your cerulean
Towards the edge of creation,
Only to be pulled back, back,
Back into the shifting brine.
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I believe all people are bits and pieces, and throughout life we can gather pieces from others or give some of ours away. Some people are only out to take everything they can, while others will give until they have nothing left, but most of us fall in between. And yet there are those people who will defy all logic and simply toss there pieces into the trash, for nobody and nothing at all. I don't know if it's possible to get back those pieces that have been thrown away, but this blog is all about my journey, to try and find out if someone who threw away everything for nothing can find something, or anything at all...I'm just looking for a reason to keep on living.
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That little light from your lampshade 
This is beautifully inked with pain!!
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Your anguish is hauntingly portrayed.
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