OddOdysseyPoetStar

27 / M / Zimbabwe
Crescent LoveTruly, memories are dreams – / I'm still fast asleep. / All the colour that once lived
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1d ago
My Hands Have Become Lost to Me"What doesn't fear my hands;" but / a touch of fear; something we all hold. / By the crush of my thumb, I build walls;
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3d ago
Open DoorsSomething stirs, the clouds of Heaven part – / Of tomorrow’s essence, borrowing from my / Core; forever a delicate whisper; a tongue
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4d ago
Cut Me Open to Find My HeartCut me open— sore; I probably / couldn't help myself but swear. / I swore.
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5d ago
The Boy in the PhotographA yellow baby t-shirt; mashed pumpkin stains / pressed into the cotton— a milky burp across / the collar, no longer white.
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6d ago
The Loan We Took on LoveA naughty kiss between two innocent / faces— she calls you over: / "I need you right now, man."
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7d ago
Difference Between the TwoWaiting in a wanting feeling— / a body yearning; a heart always / searching
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7d ago
If I Took More Time to Find Morefind your way home— / round the corner, / searching for more...
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Jun 2
All the Reasons to StayHe fell in love with your chin; every time / you kept your chin up, holding together days / that were falling apart.
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Jun 2
Some Freedoms Arrive With TeethThere’s a wolf’s tale, of a tail / caught in a snare, as winter snared / at the loner too; cold fitted with sharp
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May 31
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