Atlas

Atlas Dec 2020

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the winter steals away summer’s breath

Atlas Dec 2020

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the world stops for no one,
but, maybe, it might
slow down for us, my love

Atlas Dec 2020

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we acted as though we held all the time in the world in the palms of our calloused hands

Atlas Dec 2020

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everything and nothing shifts all at once

Atlas Dec 2020

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his lips press against my own
somewhere in the universe,
supernovas explode,
and the impact echos in my core

Atlas Dec 2020

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the sky is crushing my shoulders
yet they watch and tell me to
brace my knees

Atlas Dec 2020

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He is beautiful,
an Aphrodite made of marble and stars,
drops of the ocean captured for the
crystalline blue of his eyes.