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Fall apart
July 4, 2015
I’m holding on
only to
fall apart
over and over
until all
my limits
are made
into poetry.
Until all my body parts
turn into your leaves
of grass.
This is my sanctuary.
How I love your roots
that pull my gravity
toward your earth.
All the steps
to your street
are silent.
You know how
to hurt me
with no dirt.
I sent you my love
in a sealed package
you ripped through me
instead of opening me
up gently.
Who cares where i live?
My middle-aged craze
I have never changed
I have always been in crisis.
i flushed my cigarettes
broke all the bottles
all I have
is this pen
and paper.
Most of the time
it’s all I need.
other times
it’s what
I hate the most.
Christina Strigas
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The things we do for Love. ♡♡♡ Love this, Christina!
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Thank you x
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Absolutely beautiful!
thank you xx
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What I hate the most