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it was not the loss of love of you that made me leave it was that i lost the love of me leaving always to where you were but mostly weren’t * meat tries for more than meat searching for something but there is nothing more than meat creating meat for meat later on … Continue reading
blooming beams beauty until we think that eventually it too will suffocate the space and have no where to stretch except onto itself consuming the limbs that once gave it reach to you in hopes of help from this eventual devastation spring begins again without a bounce * when i have nothing left to lose … Continue reading
you are all of the universe summarized but still going unrelenting even after you are gone to stretch your hands into the baby of tomorrow holding hope and sunlight from the dark inside that will one day reign reflecting you again the rain and the bow the colours and the black and those that stare … Continue reading
you will never touch me for i am a universe and i am everywhere except sometimes in i looking at you wondering where you have gone and why there is this space left between us * you will need to know yourself for so much remains not understood including this including yourself including all of … Continue reading
at last this first lending itself to a second second though you have dined full of emptiness and the paradoxes of making sense the listlessness of it of explaining it of talking about talk and how it isn’t much of how which you are told is hi in another language which you never learnt in … Continue reading
meat burnt lava lost in the earth i am told you still drip into waters that leave you hard creating an island where no man is for the only ones who are what they eat are the cannibals who share your fire and your feast of us (do it do it) (well done) … Continue reading
i have seen couples who haven’t met yet break up after being hunched over each other’s shadows to gobble the darkness that only the brightest of suns will soak to leave a line of black that will be ceaselessly vertical normal at the right time though not yet dear not at this moment when there … Continue reading
sometimes there is too much life that you feel you are too little living or worse that you aren’t and then to continue to survive you must end you must * in order to become all that you wished you must stop wishing and do * it is true that one day you’ll make it … Continue reading
i promised to i and the i in her that sits at the rim of her mouth swinging and drinking slurping my words back in silence that only a dead bird knows how to sing that i would never let her fly away again for there is no room for carry-on or the life packed away … Continue reading
The following is bad poetry only because I feel worse, not bad enough to stop. * and what will you tell them when after all of this there were moments i left you speechless * little is like the loss of the living except for maybe the living loss of the little likes * we … Continue reading
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