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the more I cry, the more
I miss you mother
but I wonder if you are
crying just as the same
how I wish the warm tears
weren't for a broken nest
breaking again
how much longer
would we have to endure
mother, remember
when you said falling stars are sorrowed angels with
hollowed wings and
broken hearts?
—help me
In love,
there are no pedestrian lanes.
ʷᵃˢ ᵃˢ ˡᵉˢˢ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ
ᵃˢ ʰᵒʷ ᵐᵘᶜʰ
ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ
ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ
the fireworks trapped in his eyes
freed by the tears rustling
dried out within me
spark by dying spark
all had fell the same
& here we are tonight, one
not-long-ago night
we were here
you looked through me
as if I'm an everbright light
& our firefly hearts
ignited into the wildest
of fireworks
we surrendered
all our withheld lights
to a shallow sky
the way you faded shadow-dark
in the stonecold
of a hollow fire
while I'm still here
we're but back here
where we fell in love
then out of it & now
I look like the brightest light
running out of you
we were but just mere men
who fell in love it was
when we fell in love
that we fell in love only to tell
Just this for now. I'm still trying to contemplate.
I thought I saw
a seven-petal periwinkle
until two fell off
and flew up
into a ᗷᑌTTEᖇᖴᒪY.
I KᑎOᗯ YOᑌ ᕼᗩᐯE TO ᔕᗩY GOOᗪᗷYE TO ᗰE OᑎE ᗪᗩY
ᗷᑌT TᕼᗩT,ᔕ OKᗩY.
I ᗪIᗪᑎ'T ᗩᔕK ᖴOᖇ YOᑌ TO ᔕTᗩY ᗩᑎYᗯᗩY.
The sea
is a keeper
of lost things
from the sky.
When the tide is low, I wade in waters and fascinate myself with the starfishes
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