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For the bad days

9/8/2016

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These days anger comes easy to you,
​Wraps itself around your body like your mother's silk scarf.
Every breath you take is self-destructive,
Sleep easy darling,
dream of velvet skies and Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough flavored clouds
Hold on to the sound of the ocean drumming in your ears,
Capture the salt on your skin,
Sand grains on your eyelashes,
Waves beating against your rib cage,
Crack open your spine and let the world hear you scream.
You are not made of spun glass or crystal -
This heart of yours is cosmic nebula, black hole - exploding, absorbing, screaming.
This is not your destruction; this is your rebirth-

-U.F.M 
(probably the most cliche poem I've ever written) 
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