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Jul 2014
sometimes i get tipsy
on all the fermented reasons
we worked
and
call the dizziness love.
fingers locked
in familiarity,
still trying to escape
the spaces of us
that didn’t fit.
trembling thoughts
colored in hues
of please stay.
jaded,
eyes green
with envy
at the mention
of you leaving.
blankly staring at the
outlines of not enough.
we were two silhouettes
scribbling words
like
forever
on souls so easily
wiped clean
by goodbyes.
married to the unattainable
we made a home
out of the hot soil
beneath our here & now.
hearts refusing to cave in.
ineffable
is the distance
between the reaping
of those who remain
long enough to
battle life’s sinners
and deaths whispers.
sacred:
let me make a poem of you.
say i loved you
like holy scripture.
an elegy
between ghosts.
november
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november  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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   s and Priyanshi Dass
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