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Let Me Be FreeFields full of flowersLet Me Be Free by BroadwayBabe120
Grow here inside my body
Waiting just to burst
brown, paper bag.she carries one brown, paper bag in her pursebrown, paper bag. by ocean-whispers
tucked in that small flush-against-the-side pocket
holding her tampons and panty-liners.
it's folded up really tight and it has never been unwrapped
and it probably never will be.
she thinks about the bag when she walks through the parking garage after school,
or when she forgets to bring her own liquor to a fraternity party.
she thinks about it when that guy she just met touches her shoulder
and whispers alcohol-laden bitter nothings in her ear.
her fingers feel for it when she is nervous in public bathrooms
or is wondering the quickest way out of this gas station.
it seems as if it beats along with her heart when shes trying to unlock her car door
and then stops when she pulls out of the grocery lot.
she replaces lipsticks, blushes, and mascara in her purse ever so often,
buys new packs of gum and shuffles through spare dollars and coins.
but the brown, paper bag will always be there -- so she hopes.
superman.there were times where i fell in love with yousuperman. by ocean-whispers
more in one second than in any other around it.
like the time when i was sitting on your porch swing
and you -- reminiscing about being eight years old --
climbed the picket fence lining your yard
stood on its corner, arms stretched, clad in invisible cape and mask.
and while i felt like calling you a cliche,
i remembered that it was only me who had lost all wonder
and you who had grabbed it all up.