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you're a whole monument, no -
a whole culture lives inside every breath you
take, cities and five-star restaurants and amusement
parks in your embarrassed grin, rocky shores on your
collarbones and riverbeds lining your hips, you have
flashing neon lights behind your eyes and a
propensity for skyscraping dreams, your mind is just
towers and towers of ideas that lead to endless
possibilities, you are outer space, and inner space, and
right here on earth with me, and
so many other things i see in the world,
i see in you
you're the good, the bad, the awe-inspiring
and you encapsulate all those things about life
that i could never really understand, but always wanted to
and i wonder sometimes if you see this when you look in the mirror;
a whole society of thriving existence, a whole civilisation
of knowledge and rumination and considered action, you are
a whole universe of things that i am in love with, you are
a wonderland of revolution
a whole culture lives inside every breath you
take, cities and five-star restaurants and amusement
parks in your embarrassed grin, rocky shores on your
collarbones and riverbeds lining your hips, you have
flashing neon lights behind your eyes and a
propensity for skyscraping dreams, your mind is just
towers and towers of ideas that lead to endless
possibilities, you are outer space, and inner space, and
right here on earth with me, and
so many other things i see in the world,
i see in you
you're the good, the bad, the awe-inspiring
and you encapsulate all those things about life
that i could never really understand, but always wanted to
and i wonder sometimes if you see this when you look in the mirror;
a whole society of thriving existence, a whole civilisation
of knowledge and rumination and considered action, you are
a whole universe of things that i am in love with, you are
a wonderland of revolution
Literature
Eight
eight.
i felt most violated
when you denied it—
evidence may have mounted
in the mouths of other victims
but i haven't spoken—
even in the wake of certainty,
family and loyalty
forked my liar's tongue—
maybe it's enough
that you know what you did—
because i can't bring myself
to hate you.
seven.
your son's beautiful—
you were my first
and i don't regret that—
in your arms,
i realized myself.
six.
it wasn't my fault—
i received the letter
years too late
and suicide
has never been sympathetic
in the eyes of those
who suffered to live—
yet, i write for you,
remember your face acutely,
long fo
Literature
feelingfunny
catfish in a fish farm
staring at the sky
to dream about the sea
Literature
O Fevrale
Witching hour, welcomed with a sigh,
bare-breasted and ink-stained in the night.
Half in love in this half-life half-light;
pisat O Fevrale navsnryd, dreaming
of the gods. Wanderer, today I died and
died again, and whispered prayers
to clasped hands… until the nestled
droplets fell away like sunrays at dusk;
and when moonrise came, I sang again.
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That is incredibly sweet