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 Jun 2018 AR
Erian Rose
Lines
 Jun 2018 AR
Erian Rose
Sorry
but it's hard to stay
to color
to run
inside of the lines.
 May 2018 AR
Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
 Apr 2018 AR
Fox Friend
And on the final day,
I watched the flames
lick up my words.

I set them all ablaze;
none of them
made you
stay.

— The End —