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so call me up, illuminating twilight
and descending upon conviction,
warming the remains...
i'm no longer exemplary.
my heart is in my hands.
an..
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if i could speak, i'd say:
rest, dear heart.
lean, dear heart.
as your nose grazes mine,
as your thumbs shadow mine...
and we don't quite reach.
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exaggeration, maybe
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the lists diminish,
to their hiding places.
and of him,
not a single syllable.
eventually, achingly
up to darkness
sheets spread out,
bearing t..
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you say you are alone, i say
i long to find you.
i'd suffer almost anything,
take your hand and lead you
lost and trembling
through your solemn d..
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i think i know you far too soon,
i've found your soul somehow.
and maybe you would find me too,
if my nature would allow.
tonight, jam-jar adjac..
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my hems gather street-crumbs,
they're strewn across my floor
and spring sun cannot scatter
the thoughts waiting at my door.
houseplant sitting sta..
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a crescent scar curves around
the delicate boning, my pale skin.
a deep impression of a night
when the rain fell.
take me back to when silence m..
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the sun still shines,
as i fly by gates and green...
where the dead sleep.
who were once as alive
as i am assumed to be.
now the dying flowers cr..
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i want to release you from my heart,
a shaking flight across my mind's expanse
where you and i are free.
and i tell myself, it's possible.
and my ..
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