Erin Baird is the resource unit for The Idiom Poets, pursuing her degree in Library Science, she has memorized the Dewey Decimal System and can assist anyone lost in the New York City Library.

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amongst
blooming flowers and falling leaves
You,
once Blended-in colors of a sunrise
becomes the light of my desire
and I,
your dark-haired infatuation
slowly Fade into shadows of night

i hate sweaters

the bright red

in your sweater

hurts

my eyes

the guy to the right is

more soothing, in baby blue

but yet

i can't seem

to look

past

you

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my memory

of you

is like January ice

muddy,

with no reflection

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your lack of affection astounds

me

irks me

like fingers scratching a chalkboard

but I

thrive on your faults

and I

slowly

take apart

the

puzzle pieces of

you

And

me

your take on the domestic life

I want to bathe away
the DNA
that makes me
part of you
fade those
black and blues of
mother-less love
pour you my emotions
to swallow
and choke on
because you burned
our relationship
with your Camel cigarettes
flicked the ashes away
on my tea set
and left me
gasping
in
the smoke

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my mile long
fingers
grab hold of the wheel
glide
down
winding roads
stretch
across
new territories
and
touch
a part of
your world