Activities of Grace Petry

If she must drown
it must be the fault of
a soul that squeezed her eyes
until tears displaced air
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To my heart, I apologize once more,
for I have failed at love.
Fly away
as the sparrows soar above.
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I am stuck in here.
There is a small window that teases possibility.
I hate the window, and it must hate me.
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I could knit 48 sweaters
with all the wool to be received
from the restless nights of counting
sheep instead of dreams.
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Meet me on the Mountain
at the moment our souls first met
Our spot in time
woven in vine
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Off of a forked tongue rolls ice and Fire
Lie about the truth
Leave so much to be desired
Proclaim your purity
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The warmth of vulnerability
has wrapped itself around
Its glow enlightens the void
where sunshine once was found
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I don't understand why my soul meanders to you.
My body, I understand. I see why mine has an affinity for yours like Hydrogen does for Oxygen. Together they quench our longing for enticement and drench us in delusions and regret. The conduction of your heat draws me closer and closer fulfilling my need to just burn and burn. Your body, I understand.

Your soul, however, I fathom as much as the eagle knows of swimming the depths of the ocean. I yearn to swim the depths of your ocean. Why do I descend further and further until breaths are no more and the brine of your being fills my empty chest? Your essence is alluring and I am simply unable to resist slipping away into the nothing of us. Searching for light my eye sweep right and left but alas the darkness is encompassing. The darkness, I understand.
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You dined upon fine china
with fractures healed by gold.
The finest of spices and herbs
whispered secrets still untold.
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