Category: Poetry
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3 Words, No Sound
We entered this year with crush and explosion, warm bodies and cold air. Shoes lay ramshackle, willy-nilly, with scattered gloves and scarves on that old marble bridge while we purged our systems of excess adrenaline – this could be the realest moment yet. Hold me close, she says, while not saying anything at all. Perhaps…
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Burdens & Technology
I just want to live simply and love completely. To adhere to the common morality of our fathers and theirs in a world disconnected — enchanted by the mere hope of a good life borne of truthful labor. To rise before the sun shows his face, running cold fingertips through the thick remnants of a…
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Connected Separately
We are certainly connected by some ethereal twine,Absorbing our individual bumps and bruises,Yet feeling pain on the other end of the line.We are distanced yet close,lovers but hating,unforgiven and forgiven all the same. You may not feel the same as me, but nonetheless I feel.And feeling is second-best to having you, so feeling must do.…