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Published: 2012-10-08 01:39:58 +0000 UTC; Views: 3805; Favourites: 162; Downloads: 55
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I like pretending I mean something to the ghostswho wreak havoc on my bones-
impaling these masochistic butterfly wings
on railroad spikes
between heartbeats and bedsheets,
immortalized.
I got a heart in New Orleans,
palms engraving names like
Juliet, Alexandria, & Christine
on the seats of greyhound buses.
& I'm offering up 102 degrees of skin to a godless moon
as I breathe in her night scent.
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Comments: 57
This is gorgeous! There is so much emotion, and the imagery is so powerful. 
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i love it its great =O reminds me of how i felt in class today
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"Between heartbeats and bedsheets" - I like that line. The simple rhyme stands out to me for some reason. *shrugs* But I love the poem overall.
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I wasn't exactly trying to rhyme. It just kind of happened. Lol
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If you want to know a secret... the masochist means everything to us sadists..its hard to explain...
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No, I understand completely.
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Love it, I can almost 'understand' it....like a word at the tip of my tongue.....but it feels nostalgic to me
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This is very lovely ;w; I kind of wish I could go into your mind, and read your thoughts though <3 I-In the most uncreepy way possible, of course!
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I think that a lot about many people, and don'r find ir creepy at all.
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This is lovely, and somehow reminds me of a secret.
It seems symbolic, in a way.
Anyhow, even though I may not understand all the meaning behind it, that doesn't make it any less beautiful.
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Thank you so much.
And it sort of is a secret--so you're not wrong.
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This piece is so hauntingly beautiful~ I love your symbols, and the flow is incredible! Amazing work!
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Thank you so much--it all has a somewhat 'secret meaning'.
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You're welcome! 
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Absolutely beautiful, especially the first stanza.
Wonderful piece
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this was beautiful. even though it confuses me i'm holding on to any sense that's in it--but just barely.
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I never make much sense anyway.
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Sounds....
Symbolic?
Like someone clearly trying to prove a point to someone...
Hah!
You are half out of your mind!
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Yes, yes!
But I've always been a little out of my mind. lol
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I love it. I'm also quite jealous of your writing capabilities.
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ooh really cool, very chilling which is sort of ironic....
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it leaves me with the chills yet is entitled fever
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You can get the chills with a fever.
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it makes perfect sense to me. I love it.
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Can I have your thoughts on what you think it means?
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oh! now I'll feel silly if it's different than what you intended.
I, personally, often struggle with worrying I'll be nothing. This poem seems to be begging that all the pain you have gone through will be worth it, all the memories and stories you have left, and offering yourself up will make your intrinsic meaning become real. In relation to the title, I suppose it could either be saying that these thoughts are like an infection or that you are running passionate and feverish.
I have a feeling my interpretation may differ from your meaning, though
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No, no!
I like you interpretation!
You might actually see something that I didn't. lol
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this is so beautiful it almost sounds like lyrics to a song
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hm. well i hope it gets that chance. it really would be something.
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jumbled thoughts make for the best words
because they have to come out some way or another
great as always!
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i don't fully understand this, but it sounds beautiful just the same.
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