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i imagine you golden sun always behind you peaks of light through the curve of your neck, the outlines of your jaw i imagine you found like anchor shaped shoulders swimming the pacific draped with blonde ribbons and confetti dusk i imagine pages of calender flipped and turned never spoken in familiar tones our names never heard only a simple thought before the bus how did we get here? backs facing from opposite sides of the bench a reflex to turn my head away when you look at me like a buried sin, a mumbled confession half smiling to salvation the moon floating on indigo sky the way I would rest on your chest specs of childhood and uncertainty shaping into dying stars and serenity a volcano eruption of broken promises and we rest, like we have already been turned to stone we rest, like we have died before and again we rest, like we already met in our next lives i imagine this is what nirvana feels like but in this truth, you are not here, empty in the marks of november pages left blank in the corners i folded to remember your name it is not fair to call you a stranger but it is not fair to call you anything more
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Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 6:22 PM UTC
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i imagine you golden sun always behind you peaks of light through the curve of your neck, the outlines of your jaw i imagine you found like anchor shaped shoulders swimming the pacific draped with blonde ribbons and confetti dusk i imagine pages of calender flipped and turned never spoken in familiar tones our names never heard only a simple thought before the bus how did we get here? backs facing from opposite sides of the bench a reflex to turn my head away when you look at me like a buried sin, a mumbled confession half smiling to salvation the moon floating on indigo sky the way I would rest on your chest specs of childhood and uncertainty shaping into dying stars and serenity a volcano eruption of broken promises and we rest, like we have already been turned to stone we rest, like we have died before and again we rest, like we already met in our next lives i imagine this is what nirvana feels like but in this truth, you are not here, empty in the marks of november pages left blank in the corners i folded to remember your name it is not fair to call you a stranger but it is not fair to call you anything more
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ana-leejay
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Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 6:22 PM UTC
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