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And It Still Hovers

He used to wake And find comfort in her shape And her body, deep and warm Calm, in a way that he never could be. When he holds her now The familiarity is almost Unbearable, untouchable He is a man returned from war. He is desperately grateful Desperately alone And unable to find that old Familiar friend within himself. On the path, he is Unable to see it On his hands and knees With the world at his feet. She is an ancient lake He an infant swimmer. She is an ancient oak He a child climbing. She a world still He, an epitaph. His hand, scrawling it's aracnid Acerbic self across the page. She, the finished work. He, on the hunt for stories She, just looking for an ending. And his pen It hovers...

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hummingfriend

filmforfancy

2020

Beauty is clarity and clarity is truth And to see is to love, just as to go blind is to walk loveless into the night... And yet surely we all can be shortsighted; we all have blind spots where our souls have been distorted or contorted such that we cannot see clearly what is right before us. We are the blind leading the blind, and yet surely we cannot all be lost.

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aretrot

Come Back

Anyone would think That the ceiling were your face The way that I stare

aretrot

Come Back

Anyone would think That the ceiling were your face The way that I stare

marscia

“Stay away from the ones you love too much. Those are the ones who will kill you.”

- Donna Tartt; The Goldfinch

Teaspoons

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Notes from within the Web

Sometimes I am the spider sometimes I am the fly sometimes I drink till sunrise at times I let it lie My heart it plays the fiddle My brain it bleeds red dye I am my father's son I am my mother's lie I grew up lost in lyrics I grew up lost in time My bluemoon heart sung madly Goodbye American Pie I’ve driven from Los Angeles to San Fran while quite high I have wandered over mountains in the murky Tasman sky And when I sit down at my desk My pen it starts to cry I am my own obituary I am my oldest lie

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ishanijasmin

I leave myself on the bus, hands in my own pockets, I steal my own keys. I sleep in my own bed. I’ve kind of forgotten who I’m supposed to be anymore. I meet better version after better version of myself. Some hug. Some shake hands. Some are blonde. Some are stronger and taller and know how to do things I can’t remember. Some write diaries, and some drink coffee and I don’t really remember what I do instead of that. I don’t really remember where I am instead of there.

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