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About savannahlyn

I write to articulate what my tongue cannot

Relapse

Body broken into a hundred questions I crave your embrace  like an addict’s punctured vein calls out for morphine.  I revel in the irony.  Am I  a lover in despair? Or  a user in recovery? Advertisements

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A Confession to my Lover’s Lover

You do not know me, but I have done something terrible. For actions of guilty selfishness, I contrive this explanation. I know that there are days where he is your only blue sky. I, too, have felt such radiant sunshine. … Continue reading

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Reflection

What is a poet but an assessment of her love stories? Love. A vast understatement loaded with careless imprecision (I am constantly amazed by the human impulse to suffocate the world with labels) And so the ultimate test for a … Continue reading

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Wonderland?

Inside of you a universe locked away There must have been a key swallowed by your mystery– a constitution of labyrinths I fall through trap doors I am confused by hidden mirrors as Alice I wander through your wonderland befuddled by … Continue reading

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Dear John

gaps in our conversation could hold the Atlantic Ocean, its waves crashing on our harmless phrases and our surface words would be pulled by the undertow into the center of our caution flooded with the unsaid so before the gap … Continue reading

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Society calls him fuckboy

she was born with a fire bellowing inside with unapologetic identity but don’t touch her too quickly or she jumps blood pumps faster palms get sweaty and war memories are drudged up like a dead girl from a river “don’t … Continue reading

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absolution

I will not write of this tale in beautiful words because it is not a beautiful story If it were visual art it would be painted only in black red and white black for the streams of ebony tears the … Continue reading

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