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Tina Carey

Mad Love

It’s not over         the grief
 
Its hooked onto me like a living thing                                    speaking
like a midnight owl in June,
Loud and shaped differently than any other                       wound
 
Maybe its meant to stay with me in this plastic                 blackness
 
Molding love and loss into some kind of beautiful           madness.

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I inhaled you like salt water and… letting you into my blood stream awakening every drip of me washing my impurities Skin to Skin
Still Room

I am the anatomy of wind hateful and gentle. I am roots and trees growing like… dream. A flower without bees blooming
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I think of you when the moon is shy and dim its easier to remember where our story begin, then the lies
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Tattoo

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Aftermath

Aftermath, I was convinced that every crack in my skin would stay… that I’d open my eyes to blackness… well.. it’s easier that way.
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she had a decent heart until it was stomped out and torn apart. by every lover that fed and fled she prays with antique love beads…
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You left me barely hanging on like an amputee no parts just skin and bone



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