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Beatrix Salvador Jul 2016
But they do here :

Rendering.tumblr.com

I wonder why?

(no, of course this isn't an inferior platform...)
Beatrix Salvador Aug 2015
I.

in my wrist
i have
no bird to sing
for autumn’s sweater;

II.

i still die
inside the songs
that anchor weight onto
his name.

III.*

I visit your mind
from the inside of mine
every night;

it is not my decision
Beatrix Salvador Aug 2015
They threw me a hurricane

I spit back the sea
Beatrix Salvador Aug 2015
i get hungry late one night and
bite the petals from a rose
it tastes bitter

and so
soft

i pretend it is your heart

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