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I thought if I could swallow the stars
I’d be as beautiful as the evening sky
I tried one night    with fireflies
They burned my throat
Their legs striking at soft flesh
But my skin did not glow
No moon crawled from my eye sockets
I was left with corpses in my stomach
I soon learned I would only ever be
A cemetery
"maybe i'm just making it up in my head"

-wishful thinking
i'm tired
of being tired
of being tired
of being
in general
 Dec 2021 MuseumofMax
Zywa
When my friend comes
I don't have to do
anything to make things
happen, shamelessly

we are who we want to be
we let warm breaths
play with happiness
in our blood, and exchange

words for bites
of peace in our belly
- the small world
...of contentment

...in the big world
...of striving -
until we are satisfied
and stop laughing
Collection "More"
 Dec 2021 MuseumofMax
Dakota
Love
 Dec 2021 MuseumofMax
Dakota
Love is unfading
Love is unconditional
Love is worth waiting
Love is like a dove
Frail but beautiful
Love is rare
Love is once in a lifetime
True love is not ***
It's not given to anyone
True love is given to one person
Today true love is rare
Rarer then anything imagianable
This is not a poem
It's an announcement
If you've experienced true love
Don't let it go
Don't be like most people today
If you connect with someone
Don't let them go
Wait for your true love
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