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In the evening’s whispers, I seek you. only to find you. I find you pressed against the treebark of my words. Entangled in the curves of my root..
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If I’m torn apart, it’s only by your gaze.The hazy way my eyes perceive while you’re around - The corners of my vision a blur. My bo..
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This poem is meant to be read (line by line) forwards and then backwards. Punctuation is all over the place (or lacking) because ultimately this is a ..
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would i be filled with light for You. would i drown myselfin the darkness for You. would i seek reprievein the intricate root systemsof the soil at Yo..
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I see that i have found youin this tender in-between. in this gentle grace / this sacred spacebetween us. I have abdicated control, but not this burge..
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This is all I have. These ripped up piecesof passion that I'm hastily placing together. Here - hold them, see them, press my fingertips against your l..
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be here with me now. i will require nothing else from this moment,and with that submission i will receivethe world. the floors are stained with memori..
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there is something savage to this suture. stretching at its seams. i am tearing through thorn bushesseeking the scent of your skin and the overturned ..
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for in the memory of your lips are the presence of your lies. and i seek a sustenance from a truth that is not there. you are vapid, broken, endless, ..
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in the midst of misbegotten memories, there is the distinct possibility of promise in your
eyes. in the throes of thwartedtestimonies,i can imagine ..
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