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august-1
august-1
27/M
hope is the thing with feathers, and despair the autumn leaf that believes for just a moment that it’s flying.
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Sep 19, 2024
Sep 19, 2024 at 12:53 AM UTC
fall.
My soul lay bare before you in ****** contrapposto, as if you carved me that way. you turn the air to music, and everything to art. and even though it’s beautiful, you remade my heart to marble.
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Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 10:54 PM UTC
medusa’s child
I’ll stop loving you when even the sundials no longer tell time
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Sep 9, 2024
Sep 9, 2024 at 11:36 PM UTC
heat death
my new tattoo idea: all of your freckles
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Sep 9, 2024
Sep 9, 2024 at 12:00 AM UTC
dot pain
i was just enough to fill your pockets to make you feel like they weren’t empty
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Sep 7, 2024
Sep 7, 2024 at 12:40 AM UTC
pocketful
(In my mind she's gonna live forever) (She's gonna live forever in my head) I can't see her in the clouds but I can hear her in the rain I can't comprehend her corpse but I can smell her flesh Swords storming down from above Pierce my hands Pierce my eyes Pierce my heart But try to avoid my brain The part in which she's wrapped around
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Sep 4, 2024
Sep 4, 2024 at 10:21 PM UTC
The Forecast
my poems are so ****** oh. neurotic.
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Sep 4, 2024
Sep 4, 2024 at 10:05 PM UTC
one-sided convo
in my dreams and idle violence I imagine that I’m loved and lovely, that she rests upon my chest in silence, her breath testing the finiteness of my heart that ticks defiantly. so tricky are these fickle dreams, I hear no real beat beneath my bones. where the river goes, so do the boats, and daylight has decreed that we are gone the way of ghosts.
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Sep 4, 2024
Sep 4, 2024 at 1:15 AM UTC
illusory
you were the stars, and I a daytime astrophile
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Sep 1, 2024
Sep 1, 2024 at 11:50 AM UTC
the color of the sun
do Orion and the Pleiades ever gaze at you and me? for we are what they hope to be, begot by stars, a conscious sea, and even pain means we feel things
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Aug 31, 2024
Aug 31, 2024 at 8:14 PM UTC
starstuff