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fionawrites
26/F/TN
ich liebe dich noch / i love you still
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Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 12:07 AM UTC
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ich liebe dich noch / i love you still
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Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 12:07 AM UTC
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ich liebe dich noch / i love you still
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Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 12:07 AM UTC
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ich liebe dich noch / i love you still
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Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 12:07 AM UTC
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I used to write so eloquently— unequivocally truthful. Words dripped from my fingertips, bleeding through papers /// and shirts and the fabric of eternity. But now, the words would be too real. God, I wish I could speak to you so fluently, but I’m losing my social fluency. The ink bleeds (it’s bleeding all over and smearing) crap, no, nobody can see these words! (it’s wrong, isn’t it?) why do I bleed? why am I made of water? had i chose to write in graphite, this wouldn’t be happening. (unable to erase) ink stains fades smears and isn’t easy to clean up. I’m sorry, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to bleed all over your floor (feelings to bury) | you’re so last summer, taking back sunday
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Dec 22, 2025
Dec 22, 2025 at 10:06 PM UTC
Untitled
2 am i thought you should know i thought you should know kisses in the summer your touch / a cracked sculpture are you ashamed? / kiss me where water meets sky sky and paper written / la langue qu’un autre ne comprend pas ils ne comprennent pas comme j’adore les ans de ta cœur et linger, linger like a note reverberating je m’appelle … et tu? tu t’appelles…
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Nov 30, 2025
Nov 30, 2025 at 2:09 AM UTC
parlez vous la même ?
i spoke therefore, i died (you called) (my name) / in the dark
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Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 11:53 PM UTC
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I lived my life apologizing for my existence fabricating a distance between what is me & what is a plea. Tell me, Tell me, does it ever / get easy? I ran from my own being lost in seeing seeing what’s to be what’s not to be. Tell me, Tell me, does it ever / get easy? To exist? Would I be missed?
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Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 5:20 PM UTC
tell mė
Notes written in the clavicle of the soul / unknown to most, spoken softly over a sunset. Scattered across the city / these words murmur the truth / the lilac confession of kisses. . . how can I say it? i am just as fearful / a ***** staring up at the barrel of a gun / eyes wide, tail tucked if I tell you, would you run? words spill / like the water running down this stream. oh, what bright eyes / you have! you’re a fox like me. more than fearful / gaze averted, aloof alliteration. i nuzzle you / kiss you lilac / a curious fondness of these/three words. [ redacted ] sunrise, all soft / like a curtain of sorbet. watching your ears perk up, i notice how far the fence is. wait! you’re over there / you nod and look my way. just jump over, I suggest. A thought / autumn in your heart / you write your own lilac confession and slip through, curling up next to me. next to me / i sense your fear like the hunter stalking in the dark / I must confess, we are one in the same / and I will hold your heart gently. we’re safe here. the hunter has passed / reading these words in the maroon and ember of fall / to each other.
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Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 9:08 PM UTC
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simply, I must confess . . . I adore you and perhaps love you. may I kneel and worship you?
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Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 3:00 AM UTC
oh, havok