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 Apr 2014 Yasmin Arnavout
mads
How ironic it is
That we mutilate this earth
With the very substances
That bind it.

And how humorous we are
That we think
We can save ourselves
From us.
I'm exhausted and I could probably add to this one day. Enjoy
I blamed our separation on the fact that the edges of the universe keep moving away from each other
 Apr 2014 Yasmin Arnavout
sabina
A collage of sheets and skin;
I breathe my poetry into your bones,
And you paint my shoulders with kisses.

Neurotic girls make terrible wives,
But fantastic lovers.

— The End —