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S H Violet Sep 23
You told me how you've
never believed in love before me,
like you could've taken
a line from a film.

And if it came from
anyone else, I probably
would've thought you did.

You and me, we aren't
made out of illusion.
We don't wander upon
luck with happenstance.

I just knew it was true
when I saw your eyes
change color.
those who choose to lay in the river
eventually drift
into someone they know
and call it fate
Can you tell I prefer to make things happen than leave things to fate? lol
Nearby always changing,
faraway always staying the same. Nearby,  unknown as a stranger, faraway, known as family

Stephanus Atticus
l b d 1d
i wondered
if other planets
and mirrors
only control the past
beneath the windowless door
his companion
wished to explore
l b d Oct 10
the weather box
digested the clock

rooms crawl with
mysterious pink sun

at night,
the garden burned the silhouette
"the weather box digested the clock" is a line i'd consider using in another, longer piece. i love that image.
l b d Oct 9
it was lost
to the glowing spark

with a sigh
the serene morgue
set the smiling tissue aside
and summoned the slime
l b d Oct 8
the edge of the crystal
never came down
from the unconscious

(you're giving too much
and you killed your body)
probably my favorite of this particular collection
l b d Oct 7
midway between
the rope and the wheel

the energy withdrew
at the last quaver
l b d Oct 7
the brothers wearily dropped down
as the mud turned back the engine
and the ground left deep distance
l b d Oct 5
the slightest moan
bathed the illusion;

a patter of pings
upon the storm's shoulder
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