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 Sep 2018
raphæl
with faith I prayed at
your halls, awaiting advent
a priceless heaven
until they charged some coin for
a bottle of your spirit
 Sep 2018
raphæl
long streets make tired feet
her words formed intersections
as if roads could rhyme
from the last dead end, i hope
to walk with her one more time
 Sep 2018
raphæl
the flares of my eyes
are nothing but a warning
that fire seeks the air
found in sacred cavities
of your heart and memories
I hope you dislike me.
 Sep 2018
raphæl
swaying with the wind
brown arms sprout where they were cut
leaves fall but they won't
life will always try to heal
from things the roots can't speak of
We think about how sophisticated and "natural" the style of our human homes when we use wood, especially the rare ones we brag about, cut to elegant shapes and forms; but we never thought about how these beings stand as homes to nature's creatures. We never thought they are breathing beings, too.

This makes me ashamed to be human.
 Sep 2018
raphæl
meet me in the gaze
bear a lawless mind armed with
infinite queries
for the key is to not peek
through the locks of broken hearts
If you're up for it.
 Sep 2018
raphæl
she had always kept
her own idea of him
like a bad tattoo
making sense of those blurred lines
rationalizing regrets
 Sep 2018
raphæl
white silver bullets
barrage the trees and buildings
in chaotic sound
despite our defense constructs
everything falls to the ground
 Sep 2018
raphæl
drawn against the flame
she lends me her broken limbs
an earthly musk breaks
the stars brought before my eyes
a fleeting insanity

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