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My voice -I look for her in everything.Films, prose, poems,epigraphsthings I dub beautiful and worthyof being wholeof being created things.My voiceI k..
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With you, it's calm.A soft Saturday sky with the whole day to play.Holding hands over the middle seat of a taxi that's moving through morning light.Th..
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hola, q tal?pues yo bien, y tu?hesitant fingers type confidently as if attached to another person's body that is not mine.and yet.here i am. 12:40 am...
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Nothing really matters,because I am safe.I can lay down in the grass,and crank my neck towards the blazing sun.I can think about my dreamsand make new..
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When does a small child begin to trust, I wonder.Organically. Instinctively. Little hands that know they will be fed and loved. There are no doubts or..
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We all put things off,but there are excuses and then thereare reasons.I waited to develop any traceof your face. And asked friends for the favor.No on..
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I want to kiss your neck and hug your body. I want to be buried in your arms. I want our toes to touch all night long. But as we sink into each other,..
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there are worlds of words inside of meand none of them are happy with methey scratch at my stomach and grind my gut liningthey want out - badlybut I i..
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In May I thought I'd diebut like Gloria, I grew strongI learned how to get along.I rode my bicycle to the sea and watched the sun rise.I meditated. I ..
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I have been waiting for so long to get thesewords on a pageDon't ask me whyPerhaps I was afraidOf how they would looklooking up at meThat their beauty..
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