poetry
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You go on a walk … The world a grave on your shoulders The pressure against your feet The concrete beneath you You finally understand the gravity. Thinking … She told you a story of the man swimming in the Puget Sound, intending to stay They found his body a few days later You think…
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when i’m left to my own devices i stare up at the ceiling blanket to my chin and watch my peripheral … i’m kept entertained with the flashes of brightness from your computer … before that i simulated the womb inside the blanket and tried to remember what is familiar … at some point i…
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you write like memories and blurry stars in the sky colors bleeding, colliding glowing on impact you write like ripples ripe with its unknown source you are a mysterious sweetness a world you are i follow your invisible lines you are vibrant in fog, i find you in everything
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Your scent steeped in my bedsheets I inhale, craving Filling my lungs with unwavering fire Eyelids squeezed shut Your name in my mouth Exhale, releasing Conjured the feeling of your steady gaze meeting mine Uttering, gasping, grasping onto your ghost The firmness of your touch Leaves me senseless, flushed I remember the pool date Your…
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the joys of familiarity like to hide in monotony and a lack of progress but if you stop(!) you will realize this sooner you’d rather do the same old thing than nothing at all
