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I wove a crown out of wildflowers
and basked in the moon's soft touch
for I had finally realized
that I no longer needed you-
stardust gleams in my bones.
and basked in the moon's soft touch
for I had finally realized
that I no longer needed you-
stardust gleams in my bones.
Literature
III.
her name was Atlantis; her doctor
said she drowned herself
in an ocean of sadness
by downing the bottle
of salt-water on
the bedside table.
(i think she was only lost, Sir,
i think she was just trying to
find her way back home.)
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I fell in love through a thin sheet of glass
Scraping my skin on the shards as it shattered.
And I fell asleep reaching for your hands
Dreaming of unwritten notes and dial tones.
I thought it would taste like pink lemonade,
But the way I say your name is metallic.
I thought you would be a way to escape,
But my wires got crossed and I became lost.
You're just chasing residual noise
And I'm losing my digital voice.
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fall's feathers
autumn feels like change & disappointment holding hands
& tastes like bitter half-beginnings.
the thing about a half-beginning is it's also half an end.
the leaves crunch under my feet sometimes,
when they haven't been drowned by a day's worth of rain,
but the satisfaction is short-lived,
& the consequences are not.
& while the leaves died in brilliance,
now all they are is dead.
maybe that's the best that i can hope for—
to go out like a flame,
young & burning, burning, burning with potential
& hopes
& dreams
& death.
i sense winter before i feel the goosebumps on my skin.
i know it's coming,
& helplessly, i know i cannot stop it
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Very nice 