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Back to youA Poem by eglantineTonight the sky’s a dusty chalkboard with a translucent moon cut from thin paper. Love, draw me some yellow stars so I can find my.. |
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Insomnia observationA Poem by eglantineIt wasn’t until I looked through the moon that I realized oily, black leeches were feasting on my wild heart. &ldq.. |
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InsomniaA Poem by eglantine(There are galaxies pinwheeling all around me and I can’t sleep.) there is a malignance festering within my bones. night .. |
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Daylight insomniaA Poem by eglantineThere's gypsy soul in my blood, wildflower-scented and airy with wonder.I breathe best in water; I trip too much on land.My hands are cold and dry; I .. |
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Breathing is for normal daysA Poem by eglantineGrind up teacups and snort the porcelain dust. Today, whispers hide within the walls and screams rush out of my mouth, tripping over e.. |
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Delicate lightA Poem by eglantineThere’s fog in my brain tonight, freshly rolled in from the split-tongued harbor. Mist pales my skin; shivers keep me company. .. |
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Sangria starsA Poem by eglantineI sit here, cat on my lap, an evergreen forest in my lungs and silver fish in my heart. Your blue eyes are beneath these type.. |
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Bartle WeekendA Poem by eglantineFireworks leap from our hands like shooting stars on acid and we ‘ooo’ and ‘awwe’ between sips of PBR. Country.. |
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This morning is tinted with ghost-lightA Poem by eglantineRipe honeydew cubes glisten on the cutting board. I cover the walls with pages from Vogue: lips and ribs and skin. I have two wrists, .. |
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3:15 a.m. must have been the time that you became ..A Poem by eglantinefor the queen and the jack |
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