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The poisoned touch;
Intricate little lies,
And unforgiving eyes,
All hidden ‘hind, luscious lips
And fairy tale blues.
Can’t you see how everything’s
Been peeling away
All this time?
Intricate little lies,
And unforgiving eyes,
All hidden ‘hind, luscious lips
And fairy tale blues.
Can’t you see how everything’s
Been peeling away
All this time?
Literature
Fortune-getter.
I will write my own palm.
Literature
Somnium
I hadn't slept for three days. I could hear colours; blues whispered in my ears, tales of melancholy. I sat curled in that red walled room as the moon watched in; his eye golden, round, like low hung fruit. It felt so easy to reach, to pluck out of the sky shards of dew, to hold my hands up against the warming sun, to drink that milky inner city fog and to pretend pretend that I could dream in four dimensions.
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Angstxiety
I am work weak on Wednesday
in a heap of hangover and hesitation
with fingers on a phone haptically
actively anticipating feedback—
I need that why do I need that.
My angst and anxiety
is constant and courses
and throbs with a pulse
that demands concern
of a baby boomer crooning poetic
in the distance to call me antisocial, or you know,
you could just call me.
If being this busy in an age
of constant communication
feels like having slept
but not feeling rested,
I'd rather cancel my plans
like a responsible millennial
and go to bed.
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"What are you saying?" The fiery temper was tempered at last.
"I'm... not entirely sure," said I, coy.
"Are you, we...?"
"I... think, it's for the best, yes."
"I see."
If there was a word for it... it surely would have been love.
"I'm... not entirely sure," said I, coy.
"Are you, we...?"
"I... think, it's for the best, yes."
"I see."
If there was a word for it... it surely would have been love.
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