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What guys don't know about MAG
The seat next to me is empty
 Awaiting your gravity
 But it only receives my glistening palm
 Damp from the rain that was wetting my view
 Now clear
 I can see the untouched dinner anxious to be ravished
 If it wasn't for the table, my arms would rip out my shoulders
 So heavy, clashing south
 Yet for the floor to break apart
 My head seems too unsteady 
 On my neck
 Frantically looking for the heir of that still 
 empty chair
 the candlelight steals the lightness of my eyelashes and lets them
 smash down on the harbor of truth
 my skin opens all 
 its pores and makes its way to the fireplace
 and burns in all its sin.
 My brain expands and lets
 Free all that wasn't just felt but thought until
 The first time and the last time of this mystery called us has
 Fled and I let it,
 I let it all grow out and then it has.
 My heart has the final
 Push
 And out roots all there is left, right, and wrong
 Your favorite ice cream flavor
 the way you kiss
 “Remember how you couldn't help but smile before you tasted both?”
 And it's done
 I don't need
 The table or the chair for support I will use my legs from now on walk on my own
 Two feet
 I will use my hands if I have to
 I will race on my heart until 
 It stops dancing
 Finally
 I find the pride to lift the sorrow in this body
 And move it toward the door
 
 I see a light (stretching through the cracks} when I hear
 
 “I'm sorry I've made you wait.”
 
 And it's dark once again

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It is not about waiting for the stom to pass.<br /> Its about learning to dance in the rain.