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anything at all ~ July 30, 2004 - 2:28 a.m. sometimes i think that i've forgotten how to write poetry. sometimes i think i may wander lost for all the rest of my days. somedays all i crave is to kneel down and press my forhead and hands into the earth. somehow i can't seem to reach most of the people i love. sometimes i fear that love has forgotten my name. sometimes my blood pounds so loudly in my ears it sounds like the echo of jet engines. somedays all i see is sky. somenights i wake up in a cold sweat. sometimes i whisper your name before i know that my lips have moved. someplaces are harder than others to leave. somehearts are harder than i know how to touch. some wounds are too deep to be believed. some noises scare me out of my skin. somedays my chest is filled with tears. sometimes grief has a thin skin. some people wind me up in nights. somehow, i always believe in the possibililities. sometimes i get weary of calling your name into the wind. somedays are quiet, and some aches are too loud to hear. sometimes i let myself believe in lonliness. sometimes a family of lovers is all i need. sometimes my heart is enough. sometimes i drive through the city at night, without knowing why. sometimes i can't seem to say anything at all.
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