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Oct 2 · 704
The vine
N M N Oct 2
In the garden, we drank cherry wine—  
it was summer, but already the world was burning
You said love could outlast history,  
could outlast the soil we buried our dead in
But even then, your hand trembled in mine,  
as if holding on was a kind of politics  

You, my lover, spoke of revolution  
like it was a season that would never end
And yet, beneath the vines, beneath the sun,  
I could see the rot setting in—  
even sweetness grows bitter in time,  
even love turns sour with too much hope

What remains is the taste of fruit on my tongue,  
as the world smolders, as you fade  
into the distance of what we cannot save
even sweetness grows bitter in time,  
even love turns sour with too much hope
Sep 30 · 142
On being alone
N M N Sep 30
Got no friend or anyone,
No light, no warmth, no rising sun,
Empty streets where shadows crawl,
No reason left to stand or fall

The silence echoes, cold and deep,
A hollow heart, no will to weep,
Got no reason to carry on,
Just waiting here for night to dawn
Dude, don't even ask...
Sep 30 · 323
The meaning of me
N M N Sep 30
What am I, what's the meaning of me,
I asked the stars by the silent sea,
Am I but dust in an endless flow,
A fleeting breath where no winds blow?

In the mirror, time unraveled thin,
A face I know, yet never begin,
Am I the ripple or am I the stone?
Forever seeking, forever alone

— The End —