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  Jun 2019 Jean
Bogdan Dragos
Some people eat dreams

for
breakfast

and
lunch

and
dinner

and it's not even because
they can't afford food
  Jun 2019 Jean
Bogdan Dragos
you don't exist when
my eyes are open
you don't exist when
my blood's not poisoned
when my soul's at peace
when my gut is full
and when I'm in company

So you exist most of the time
dear muse
Jean Jun 2019
My heart is in pieces.
It’s crumbling.
My heart is in pieces.
It’s shattering
as if it were glass thrown against the ground,
as if it were a fine china that had been beat by a hammer.
It feels like it can never be put back together.
Composed 6.25.19
Jean May 2019
Dear Summer,
        
Where are you?
I know you have barely begun
But I cannot see you
All I can see is white clouds all the way to the horizon
Not even a patch of blue sky
Among all the endless grey
It seems that ’dull white’
has quickly become the only time of day
other than night
Where are you?
Composed 5.19.19
Jean May 2019
I love you,
but I don’t want to.
Although your beauty is beyond compare
there is a pain
as sharp as a knife
in knowing that what I desire
is not something I can ever hold,
that what I want
is that which you despise.
So I am already
over you.
Composed 5.18.19
Jean May 2019
And though you feel like
you have been handed a grenade
with the pin pulled out,
you don’t know that I plan to jump on it
and take all the shrapnel and metal for you
so there is no need to worry, darling,
I am already
over you.
Composed 5.18.19
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