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Jurtin Albine Mar 2017
written words on pages
all the errors(made) in (the)strokes fixed—
the soul forgives this
Jurtin Albine Mar 2017
a ruined stone temple
made by hands that laid the bricks
of minds forgotten
Jurtin Albine Mar 2017
the hourglass sand runs
crammed stream line gravity—
a handless time told
Jurtin Albine Feb 2017
Could you love me for a day?
Could you play pretend?
Could you act as if our love will have no bitter end?

Could you love me for a day,
and then go away
never to see me again?

Could you love me for one day,
like we're the only two
swimming through eternities blue?

Could you love me for a day,
and then when you awake
get dressed and forget my name?

Could you love me for a day,
and know that the moment will last forever
in that time, and in that place?

Could you love me for a day?
Could you give me that piece of mind?
And I will try to be there when we die.

Could you love me for a day,
kiss my eyes,
and make me believe it's going to be okay?

Could you love me for a day?
Could you love me in just that way?

Could you love me for a day?
And I will let you escape.

Could you love me for a day
without a heart, or a cause to break?

Could you love me for a day?


Could you love me?



Could you…




...for, just, one day.
Jurtin Albine Feb 2017
The day loves it—
To be loved.

Everyday is a new love.

Wondering when it can ever be enough...

And that’s why it’s safe to say,

That all the things in life are not just given away.

We’re traveling home,
As we roam,
While at our heels kicks destruction.

I’ve pushed them away—
I come oh, so, close.

A seat in the mind—
I do not know,
But I also don’t…

Such is myself and I,
Or her and herself—
(Or everyone and everybody else.)

And both in eyes…

I can take a hint.

I can fiend a disguise,
One which won’t portray a goodbye,
Or fill up the day in the life with lies.

But often is enough to know
That the safe to “says”
That say,

That every day is a new love.

And that is still—
Not enough.
Jurtin Albine Nov 2016
wild hares neck ensnared. . .
once sat chewed; running renewed—
got caught mid hop; stopped.
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