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Can you almost feel the heat?
Tropical, as how the Pacific waves intended.
Can you almost touch my skin?
Static, just like how science intended.
The latitude got nothing
with how much attitude I'm having.
The whole world warned you
about women like me.
But I hope they also told you
about my divinity.
Come back home,
feel the warmth and love again.
Come to me, I'll be your church,
just let yourself be and believe again.
Can you almost ******* mouth?
Starving, as how the government wanted.
Can you almost feel my walls crashing?
Poetic, like how I wrote and wanted it.
The longitude is zero
compared to much I long for you.
Come back to me,
feel at home, until I'm your skin and bones.
Come before me,
be my church, I can pray for us both.
I can pray for us both.
I can pray for us both.
I can pray for us both.
bubble wrapped minds
obscure dreams lit with starshine

murky depths
milky white

swimming toward shore
daytime relief

chased by sharks
out of the dark.
Life has a message
contained in a bottle
placed in the river
but none can discover
You make it difficult
To write about loss
And tragedy
And heartbreak
And all the other things
I start writing something
You just smiling
Just looking in my direction
Is enough to wash it away
You ask what I'm writing
I answer honestly
And say nothing
Because what I was going to
Isn't as beautiful and joyous
As you
most aim to be calm
not let the world
affect every aspect of life
its not a bad plan
i just prefer to be
a little more like tea
steeping in silence
 Jul 30 Dani Just Dani
Laura
I wandered lonely as a cloud.
That floats on high,of vales and hills.
When all at once I saw a crowd.
A host of golden daffodils.
Besides the lake, beneath the tree's.
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

By  William Wordsworth.
This is the first verse of Williams poem.
And I carried it in my memory from Eleven years of age.
 Jul 29 Dani Just Dani
pearl
If I were to be given the option to **** you,
I would do it gently.
Lovingly.
I would hold your head in my lap
as I feel you become a heavy corpse.
I would lay flowers on your chest
as your breathing slows.
I would pray that you are both confused
and disgusted
by the sheer magnitude
of my forgiveness.

That it haunts you as you take your last breath.

That it haunts you in death.

In the end,
everything I write is about you.
it’s you! it’s you! it’s you!

it’s always you.
I am an architect,
I am a lawyer,
I am an accountant,
I am an engineer,
I am a surgeon
I am pharmacist,
I said,
I made you all,
I
Am
A
Teacher
28/7/2025
My dad is a hero
He works so hard
      Just for us
He looks so busy all the
         Time
He comes back home
        İn the evening
Never forgetting my toys
        In this fuss
My brother and i love him
                To nuts
this combo presents itself
inexplicably demanding a
poem~all~its~own by gum, (1)
though the brain refrains from
providing any clues where/what
might be inside the intersection of
the Ven diagrams of cross pollination and enervation

but as an only love poet,
he thinks he is brilliant,
and visualizes the intersexual
excitement of two insects (bees)
recombinant/\recumbent after the stimulation
of cross pollination as most
enervating
<>
said the Queen bee to a worker bee:


"Honey, be a dear and pass me a cigarette,
all that pollinating and wing flapping is  
just so enervating, I think I'll just die
"(2)
(1) used to express surprise
(2) A queen bee can die in several ways: supersedure (replacement by the colony), death during mating flights, accidental death by the beekeeper, or being killed by rivals, like other queens or potential queens. Worker bees may also **** the queen through a process
called "balling" when she is deemed ineffective

who knew??????

(3) yup, def an only love poem
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