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I’ve been here before,
not this store, but some store
on a day with made-to-order rain,
where brightly colored merchandise blurred before m..
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Nothing to do with Ginsberg's poem, rather about "Howl's Moving Castle" and the strange dream I had last week. It probably won't make any sense if you..
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This café is too close to the street
for outdoor tables.
The traffic rumbles by across the bricks
disrupting my reading
and flavoring my co..
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Rising from the dark veins of the earth
or the slender throbbing veins of the body,
swelling up from a narrow stone-walled chasm
what's concealed
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a poem that needs a better title :P largely about wanting someone you can't have
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about seeing a Rothko painting at the MOMA
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Day by day you become less
and less substantial,
a love letter
where the writing is fading away.
Each day I don't hear from you
erases som..
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You turn from me toward the Paths of the Dead.
Now pass all my hopes into darkness.
You leave me so little, not even a glance,
only your pity and..
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Let me give you what you seek
it is within me
let me grant you peace
my undulating coils,
twisting at your feet
do not crush me with your heel
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i try to sleep
when you're awake,
adding and subtracting the hours
knowing
when i climb into bed
you are dressing for work,
eating you..
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