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daniela-gally
A thoroughly uncertain human / I like almost everything, but I fall in love with whatever YOU love.
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I do not, and I will not write for you. (That way I will be content) Instead I try to write about art How do these colors make me feel? Or that small, intricate detail which becomes: Beautiful due to your consideration. It seems as though it is always One attempt or the other So instead I try to write about that endless tunnel of water In which I drown comfortably, consciously, continuously All of these things, i'll try to write about instead, But poetry is my sickness I panick, and I cough, choking on something that isn't there. I look away quickly as I resurface and remember: I do, and I will write for you (That way I will be content)
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Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
daniela-gally
Caving (Je n'ecris pas pour toi)
I do not, and I will not write for you. (That way I will be content) Instead I try to write about art How do these colors make me feel? Or that small, intricate detail which becomes: Beautiful due to your consideration. It seems as though it is always One attempt or the other So instead I try to write about that endless tunnel of water In which I drown comfortably, consciously, continuously All of these things, i'll try to write about instead, But poetry is my sickness I panick, and I cough, choking on something that isn't there. I look away quickly as I resurface and remember: I do, and I will write for you (That way I will be content)
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