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California MAG

April 14, 2016
By megan_lynne DIAMOND, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
megan_lynne DIAMOND, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
"You have no control who lives, who dies, who tells your story."


You promised me we would go to California but
your words are hollow like
bones scooped of their marrow,
I am tired of irreverently
losing my lifeblood to your hungry tongue.
We spoke of waves that lapped at our feet.
I fantasized over being held,
cloaked in lavender and I let your
dreams drift me off to sleep but
there isn’t any sand on the soles of my feet,
I can hardly stand anymore.
I grew sicker waiting in the snow,
let the ice seep through my teeth until I
could taste nothing but the bitter cold;
there were no orange trees growing in my mouth
but the phantom touches you left with me
grazed my cheeks.
I wonder if California smells like you.
There’s a gurney with my name on it,
and a gun with yours.
I used to wait patiently for you to visit me,
but I’m tired of yearning for empty promises.



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on Aug. 4 2016 at 4:11 pm
Rach3819 PLATINUM, The Colony, Texas
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This is beautiful.