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Grace Sep 2023
wings beat fast a song
in the undertones of wind,
be mine forever?
Grace Sep 2023
fingers shake, skin tears
higher up the mountainside:
the climber's vision
Grace Sep 2023
the crow is dead and its eyes were open
and it had fallen off a branch, maybe
and it could have been sleeping,
body slumped in the dewy boulevard grass this morning,
but its eyes were open
and crows don't sleep that way.

I was surprised because death hides in all places,
except a ******.
Grace Sep 2023
it will not end here.

you, the one with violets in her lap,
the one, despite her mortality, that only gods may approach,
look at me

no truth was found in the fragments of sappho,
but what lies in all those lost to another time?
you are the one with violets in your lap,
and I will die with that in my heart
or else burn that away
Grace Sep 2023
the booth we all covet
is open and i sit in it alone
taking up all this space
so that i can try not to fall asleep
as i read and listen to music
and procrastinate on my laptop
and look at my phone
and feel the absences and the losses
of nameless entities
i am romanticizing the drone learning has become
  Sep 2023 Grace
Eshwara Prasad
A person who lived it up in his youth dies in old age in misery.
Grace Sep 2023
do it,
the duet
the one where you turn and I grin and you stop and I spin
and the music never stops and becomes white noise and then one with silence
and when we still the clocks stop but the music never slows
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