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I am holding a treasure
in my two hands; it is warm
and surprisingly light against my chest,
a tiny thing humming with contentment,
purring and clawing at me simultaneously,
and I am being flooded with admiration
for something so alive and so precious
with such bright green eyes.
in my two hands; it is warm
and surprisingly light against my chest,
a tiny thing humming with contentment,
purring and clawing at me simultaneously,
and I am being flooded with admiration
for something so alive and so precious
with such bright green eyes.
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our past summer in sentimental reverse
(A little longer. Stay. )And the Days may lay its tendrils around Our pale wrists, the flood may Sweep us away without An afterthought. But today The flowers shatter their souls (Like fleet. Like snow. )We Press our prints in the pink blankets Soft. Wordless. Not a sound Rolled around on the shedding (If you say go I will run) into The the far distance. You drink Words like honey thick and dripping Cloying, to ease the sadness sour Stored at your throat like a lost Scream. (There are knives in your bones You say, knives that cut with every embrace To love you is to wound you, a kiss Shatters as much as a punch Now go) your words grow black Into black iron claws that dig Into my flesh as i (run) Traps behind kind words that melt Here is my sincere rotting heart Leave me awhile, no, with a Light finger I cling to the hem of your shirt (No, stay) so what tore us apart The falling sun paints your face And for a frail second it was as if I saw the darkness within you, behind Scars and
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Near (NaPoWriMo Day 9)
I dance, I flow I come and go But never do your lips kiss for me I run and I laugh I run salt water baths But never do you do these with me I smile, I sigh I sing a thousand miles high But always without your harmony I will live, I will die Here so close to your side But never my face will you see
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Untitled 9.9.23
The path is never as we plan it to be nor can we predict the magnitude of choice
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