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mo(u)rning peaches
Night spills the ink of a day
ground to our bones
rooted in place under our eyelids.
the smell of ink addictive,
and laughing gusts, the best type of cancer?
Love braids peach blossoms into figments of want, -
Little love
Her mouth is on my cheek
and I smile hello at her cherubic face, roaming eyes
completely unaware of what kisses mean
but she does it anyway,
maybe because it reduces me to a grinning fool. -
hallowed halos, hollow be thy name
I don’t know if I believe in angels anymore. -
Tiers
A collaboration with Yellow Sweater and my brother :)
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“LET THEM EAT CAKE!”
curse the sweet toothed aristocrats
with the ebb and flow of revolutions,
butterflies on one final sugar high.
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Happy new year! :)
Lately, it feels like time has left me behind.
Loves
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Wildflowers
“here's the thing about wildflowers
they take root wherever they are
grow strong through the wind, rain, pain, sunshine, blue skies and starless nights
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Been Here Before
I've loved you for 10 lives
Quick look to the side, catch your eye, oh-
I remember you
Late night talks, separate windows but the same stars, you should just be here, oh-
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The Storm's Eye
The sky
blows in more snow,
a breath
from frozen elsewhere.
There is a storm
raging
inside the silent rage
of the storm,
inside God’s eye,
unopened.