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Monthly Archives: May 2021
gauche
clumsy are your bodymovements like a dance ona stage, not graceful, notflawless. your mind speaks ofcluttered dishes in thekitchen, turning the floorsinto a war of many things. 2021
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plum cake
you paraphrasedyour angry statementand it tasted like a trueplum cake. 2021
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brute
don’t say sorrywhen you don’t mean it.don’t mess upwith my feelings.i’m way better thanyour pathetic feelings.don’t just walk awaywithout saying whereyou’re going.you’re being insensitive,rude, dishonest, indifferent.let me slap you on your face,spank you on your butt,hit you with a rod,but … Continue reading
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oxygen
am i selfish?am i blind?there are other hands to help.there are other eyes to witness. will you reprimand me?will you utter what’s in your head? but i want to be on my own.but i want to feel okay.even if there … Continue reading
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horizon
we scrubour grudges andchanged our dirtyblankets.our warm feetare talking likesirens during thecurfew hours. 2021
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Naughty Not Nice
I sit on plastic chairs, I abhor plastic dreams.When the ugly sabotage the beauty queens,The pandemic rises to its feet. We’re guilty of our pleasures.We’re not sure when to end.We’re not forgiving our enemies. Exaggerated ideas,Undesirable tantrums.All cliché are burning … Continue reading
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Sparkle
Our shadows meet under the summer lanternsof the humid night. Our eyes stare at each other with quiet wordsaffirming friendly motives. Our inner thoughts are pure, waiting for us toutter on our lips such perfect rainbows. Our knowledge of love … Continue reading
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Deprived & Unpleasant
Better flowers or vanity,better gossips or tragedy.The wolves devouredour birthday cakes. We havenot blown our candles, never havemade our secret wishes. 2021
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Never Did
I never expected. I never did.The long days, the long wait.Hours of impatience, a sufferinginternally, a bomb inside the head.The torment is agony, intolerable.But I am saved by your sword.I never expected. I never did. 2021
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