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M. Mc Graugh

M. Mc Graugh

It's Over

It’s over.

It’s okay.

The parting is such sorrow

And relief.

It hurts like a crushing force,

Scares like a looming shadow.

I’m so sorry:

What I did to you, to us.

You’re free, I’m free.

I just wish I could feel free.

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Oh, such a sweet fool. I once thought love Was reigning savior. So, so foolish. I once believed love

The tissues know something

The tissues know something. Even the mirror knows. My music knows it And especially my pillow. My books can see it

I wish I wish I wish I could swim in oblivion. Have a tummy full of pills.

The devil’s in my midst.

Dignity is death.

God, thank you For darkness, And fear, And death. Thank you

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I came back from a mortal hell, But on my way home, I saw no white god, And I saw no golden spirit, And I saw no true son.

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Flurries in India: Nothing’s impossible If life is a string Pulling me along.

I wish I could tell my brother That I loved him, But the words are tight in my thro… And I’m a coward. I wish I didn’t say “thank you”

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With him, It’s like there were no scars. There are no sheepish looks No burning shame. There was no John

In the darkest night, A flower will grow.

I can’t cease to think about him. His bitter way only warms my heart… He frightens me and excites me. He always heightens my senses. He makes my heart hurt.

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In my daydreams, I used to be an acrobat, Flying through air Into capable hands. In my dreams,

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Nobody can see the darkness in me, And when I go deep, I bring a flashlight to slash thro… The dark. I once used to frolic in light,

Sometimes, I wish I was a tree

Sometimes, I wish I was a tree: Tall, wide, and majestic as can be… One with branches that sway slowly… Watching above, everything I woul… Sometimes, I wish I was an oak.

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