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Moonlight peers through window blinds, thin, fluorescent strips streaking the beige walls and tea green sheets. Her dew-eyed gaze lies on the baby blue bib, imprinted with a small white bird, next to her on the bed. Beside the bib is a wristband from Carnation Hospital, and an open, small, wooden box. She reaches for the bib and caresses the soft cotton, shadowing the bird and the seams. She takes a glance at the wristband, but clenches her eyes. She grips the bib and holds it to her cheek and sits this way until she melts into the dark. The streaks drift. Coming to from her trance, she lays the bib into the box, then tosses the wristband in before shutting the top. She carries the box to the closet and buries it beneath a bundle of unkempt, ***** clothes. She closes the door and prays to the blessed ****** Mary. - by Aleksander Mielnikow (Alek the Poet)
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Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 1:59 PM UTC
Saudade
Moonlight peers through window blinds, thin, fluorescent strips streaking the beige walls and tea green sheets. Her dew-eyed gaze lies on the baby blue bib, imprinted with a small white bird, next to her on the bed. Beside the bib is a wristband from Carnation Hospital, and an open, small, wooden box. She reaches for the bib and caresses the soft cotton, shadowing the bird and the seams. She takes a glance at the wristband, but clenches her eyes. She grips the bib and holds it to her cheek and sits this way until she melts into the dark. The streaks drift. Coming to from her trance, she lays the bib into the box, then tosses the wristband in before shutting the top. She carries the box to the closet and buries it beneath a bundle of unkempt, ***** clothes. She closes the door and prays to the blessed ****** Mary. - by Aleksander Mielnikow (Alek the Poet)
Saudade - A word in European and Brazilian Portuguese defined by a deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for an absent something or someone that one cares for and/or loves. Moreover, it often carries a repressed knowledge that the object of longing might never return.
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Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 1:59 PM UTC
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