

A ForestA ForestA Forest
The first time we met was at the St. Laurent bus stop. We were both waiting for the one-twenty-four, and I asked you about your day. You ignored me.
I could have been deaf.
You were wearing headphones around your neck.
Blind people have been known to wear glasses.
Mountain

Grace and RhubarbGrace One step back to accept Three forward into cement That sparkling exemplar, your name rots and rusts You straining to coalesce Nails dug into the doorframe Diamond dusts sprinkled into the blood from your broken noseGrace and Rhubarb
Rhubarb Bury my head in your pillow Inhale your quite snug sight, under cloth and light of clasped buttons and red lace panties flung at the door; bolt pressed into the frame tightly
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I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say lets evolve, let the chips fall where they may...
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"Pamiętaj, że sukces kogoś innego
Nie umniejsza twojego talentu
A zazdrość wcale go nie zwiększy"
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stay with them for some time
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