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Literature Text
You confess into
the crook of my frail neck- I
am your book of sins
Literature
soul-reversal symmetry
i've entered the tunnel
at the end of the light.
the walls are wail-runneled;
that din baffles my sight.
at the end of the light,
where the banshees begin,
that din baffles my sight.
and my soul? it caves in.
where the banshees begin,
the walls are wail-runneled.
and my soul? it caves in...
i've entered the tunnel.
Literature
The Cello's Lament
They call me brute.
I'm permitted to chant,
but they won't let me Sing.
They've confused non-agility for
inflexibility—
my belly enfolds the earth;
my throat trills at the stars;
my eyes embrace the cays
of the sea.
I am an omnivore,
yet they will only feed me leaves.
Literature
note 28
you are beauty
written over and over
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this is sensual and haunting and sad and real all in one bite. well done.