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literature of things wishedI breathe in the 17th and exhale the 31st.literature of things wished
September makes me feel the weight of August promises that never come.
You just never come, unless it's your birthday, you sing for me and look at me, and turn around and walk from me.
You drive your life west again and sing for them and look at them and meet her there and marry her.
The third came a pretty noise, the one that said this would be it. And i sit here and play your voice
for the miles that hold us apart.
I drove down to miami and prayed on those steps, from decem
by ~aprayerforharper
Anticipatory WarmthNow we're talking the weather and covering houses with cheap fortifications while buildings are shouting to let them fall.Anticipatory Warmth
Only I know the way that your blood flows. And only I know the truth of it all.
Let the storm see a mirror and choose to press or rage, to destroy or explain itself to God.
There's really nothing left to do in this city stuck in self-destruct.
by ~nawkaman
Sewn ShutHis name has become a cuss which I still cannot speak, although I preach “fuck” like abstinence. No, I cannot say his name, or scream it, not even when he is gnawing at my feet, swallowing me whole like a great snake. I cannot even think his name, and so it seems so sinister that I once sighed it into his neck, my lips tired and swollen, my hair tangled in his fingers. It seems so strange that I was once in love. I do not question that it was him. Perhaps that’s why such the idea now seems so distant and impossible, like a dirtless and untouchable star;Sewn Shut
by ~under-water
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"It's good for everybody to hurt somebody once in a while.
The things I do to people I love shouldn't be allowed."
-A.D.
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Time u enjoy wasting is not wasted.
©Russel
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He thrusts his fists into the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts
*pokes*
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I hear
your voice
down the hall, through the window, above
all those trees, a light
it seems
& you are singing. What song
is that The words
are beautiful.
-LeRoi Jones
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The heart shuts,
The sea slides back,
The mirrors are sheeted.
[link]
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He thrusts his fists into the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts
Waiting for an answer too ^.^
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Sogno degli Eterni
Signore delle Realtà Credute
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He thrusts his fists into the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts
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