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in the piano room stained glass windows fragment the oaks i read poetry and made art the moon was full, i let go and you held me before we ever did more evening sunlight tilted on tapestries the bedsheets the edge of your shadow i felt the earth spin or i became the moon don’t sleep, just stay my lingering dark pull me under the warmth under the warmth under warmth borrowed clothes scatter the room silhouettes with open mouth light passing through dance in familiar rooms sleeping like strangers your ghost is holding gently you’re from warmer places darker memories not in my dreams it rained in my bed, the sunlight was golden after. different tongues same rooms my walls around your hand a ceiling full of stitches hands grip warm plates because you forgot the english word for mug silence resonates under the earth I don’t want to be there while I’m here feel the presence a cadence of heartbeats ear to the dirt fingertips digging until the song’s end it rained down the hallway the tea kettle is whistling music in quiet art untamed blurred vision, stunning delight straight lines, smokey light unaltered creation or halves of you a rhythm of you in pattern, texture, light; a feeling in shape, form, stories unspoken in me canvases of bedsheets a softness of mind places you’ve loved and your little sisters I wish to have met and oh, the stars… they’ve started talking to each other… then, i remembered myself. because i didn’t love you, either. blanket of music clouds fill the meadow softening the line of trees forests extend to fingers tracing jawbones and teeth it was music, truly echoing aimlessly in evening light or the pitch black night musica de manta les estrellas brillen para ti the piano is gone now, the window open to birds
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Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 3:58 AM UTC
musica de manta
in the piano room stained glass windows fragment the oaks i read poetry and made art the moon was full, i let go and you held me before we ever did more evening sunlight tilted on tapestries the bedsheets the edge of your shadow i felt the earth spin or i became the moon don’t sleep, just stay my lingering dark pull me under the warmth under the warmth under warmth borrowed clothes scatter the room silhouettes with open mouth light passing through dance in familiar rooms sleeping like strangers your ghost is holding gently you’re from warmer places darker memories not in my dreams it rained in my bed, the sunlight was golden after. different tongues same rooms my walls around your hand a ceiling full of stitches hands grip warm plates because you forgot the english word for mug silence resonates under the earth I don’t want to be there while I’m here feel the presence a cadence of heartbeats ear to the dirt fingertips digging until the song’s end it rained down the hallway the tea kettle is whistling music in quiet art untamed blurred vision, stunning delight straight lines, smokey light unaltered creation or halves of you a rhythm of you in pattern, texture, light; a feeling in shape, form, stories unspoken in me canvases of bedsheets a softness of mind places you’ve loved and your little sisters I wish to have met and oh, the stars… they’ve started talking to each other… then, i remembered myself. because i didn’t love you, either. blanket of music clouds fill the meadow softening the line of trees forests extend to fingers tracing jawbones and teeth it was music, truly echoing aimlessly in evening light or the pitch black night musica de manta les estrellas brillen para ti the piano is gone now, the window open to birds
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roguecat
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Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 3:58 AM UTC
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