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Paying the bills

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kilometre
By kilometre
I get closer

the muscles
In my chest
pull tighter
And tighter

Over the
mountains
And through
the valleys
Back to suburbia

Where responsibilities
Have stacked
Wracked up
A tab
Before tracking
In mud on its shoes

To pile up in the corner
like disarded
newspapers

I didn’t want
to read
Because the
stories inside
made my
heart ache

And the print
covered my fingertips
and never quite
washed off
no matter how hard
I try

Kindness

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Inside this tired
harried
mixed up brain

Always
excuses
pointed fingers
fixed up refrains

where instead
of inward
reflections

infection
must be someone
to blame

But does it even
matter in the
end?

As we all
fan the flames
relight the fires

when its about to go out
so we can examine it some
more

Instead what
matters
is kindness.

Moulting 

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I shed the skin
of responsibility
and stretch

Arms above
my head
face raised
to sunny skies

lips lift
eyes light
and the pressure
starts to slip
away

where I hope
it remains
lost

Eddy and flow of you

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The river flows
takes my thoughts
of you

Rushes down
currents
so sensually

Caressingly along
every high
until the lows

Reaches along
the edges
Eddies and slows

Comes to blows
with insecurities
and sighs

until these lie
on the bank
of my mind
over thought and
undermined

Waiting for me
to wake up
and push them
back into the flow

Back to belter
images
of mingling streams

with reams
and reams
of steamy
things

If the world stopped

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in the end
the world stopped
And I felt
sick

Not from the spinning
or the changing

But the emptiness
left
In the pit
of my stomach

where your kisses
left a mark
on my soul

States of being

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Slipping through
The surface
Of consciousness

Between dreams
Where we laugh
So much
Our cheeks
Hurt

And reality
Where I wake up
With a pillow
Wet
From my tears

Speak to me

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With very tips
Of fingers
Brushed

So softly
Across cheek
Feeling weak

From fatigue
Craving attention
Comfort seeks

Speaks volumes
Where words
Aren’t required

Just soft touches
Fill volumes
Of need

Plant the seed
Of wishes
Pressed gently

Against foreheads
To feed where
Daydreams lead

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