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Feb 2011 · 610
the love deal
rin rin Feb 2011
will you hold my shaking hand
when i get to lie awake, there
where the beating heart slows pounds harder
like a wild sparrow in a iron cage

in the green inside your soul
i will dig my grave and rest
your tears will fall towards the earth
and i will bury my head in your chest
rin rin Feb 2011
I'm making dust i'm sorry the words
just came to me splattered all around
are objects with beauty long ribbons
of blue diamonds floating in harmony
black glitter in the night
sky is a perpetual plate of grains and
here i am trying to understand
all the things which i own things i do not know the name of
things that are true but filled with incomplete
the things that in thought
have grown my being weary
yet here they are so solid making dancing only necessary
///old old old
Feb 2011 · 623
//epiffffany
rin rin Feb 2011
i was born in january
but i knew the world around october
what's that to say about the cave, in which i rest now that i'm older


i used to know so many things, but growing up i did forget them
like the smell of living things and the flowers in the garden


i had seen inside the whole of a bee's busy body to find she was made out of nothing

trajilion miles into space i'd gone and found
that the corners of the universe are round

so when i felt the empty space
it scared me to assume
that i'm a heaven sent creature
on earth to suffer the ruin
old.

— The End —