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Sea of Promise

Tendrils of tenderness Save my benthic soul Sinking from preservation Attuned to only chaos Same song never wavers I rather drown in you So paradise can wash up

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Honeysuckle

My palate stays arid Sans your sapid nectar Enduring austere days Alongside sultry nights I'll balance allurement Enkindled heart baring Eyes closed to the obscure Let these lips seek you Under amber radiance

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Hollowing

Spellbound by the abyss I hope to look away soon All this apathy feels wonted Almost like alleviation My torment is at a deadlock No further notice needed See you on the other side

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Depleting

To be determined Invariably damaged Recovery nonexistent Eternal for descent Destiny indistinct

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Beholder

Staring up at the night's sky So I can find those two stars Glimmering right by each other That perfectly matches her eyes

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Melichrous

Our univocal glances With indecent touches Sets the fervid tone Shrouded in conjury Untamed by soft moans Less feels like more When we match desires Now mesmerizingly lost Between serein and silk

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3y3

Love in the final days, Miles Johnston

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Free/Fall

Counterclockwise moves Lodged deep into doubt Hellbent on culpability Standing by and waiting Over depths of disservice I am beyond bottomless Not a sighting or sound Suffering in quiescence Self inflicted degradation

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lapse

i know he’s done something wrong again when you ask me to coffee, telling me you miss me and offering to pick me up at noon. so we’ll sit in our booth and gossip about the same six people that you hated in high school and you won’t ask me a single question. then you’ll tell me all about how moving was the best decision you ever made and i’ll search for fragments of the girl i used to know. maybe you switched your meds or your major again and you’ll use that to explain away forgetting my birthday. i hate that i know that i’ll smile and reassure you that it’s not that important, really, and i almost forgot it myself. and i’ll walk you to your car and you’ll tell me we have to do this again even though we both know you don’t really mean it.

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squeaky

a thin layer of dust has built up on my windowsill, a constant visual representation of my stagnation. despite my best efforts to appear fresh and clean, my clothes are wrinkled and my glasses are smudged and my cuticles are shredded and bloody.

i know i can take care of myself, and i reassure you as much every time that you worry, but i can’t help but think i’m not doing something right because i never notice the dust on anyone else’s shelves or their mismatched socks or their posters askew–

maybe i’m looking too hard.

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I Am Greedy That Way

The way poppies fold in on themselves near dusk; Sunbeams through airy petal skin. Regarding them is like loving a shy person. A sense some part of their essence saves itself only for me.

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Milk of Human Kindness

I see it not as weakness, or failing, to be soft with the world. Sharp edges worn down by time's lapping waves. Had I cloistered myself away, I wouldn't be this smooth. I would be jagged in cool light, calm with an undercurrent of un-lived opportunities. Similarly, had I allowed myself to remain bitter and harsh, whilst enjoying material comforts and other blessings, I would have stayed a version of myself I wish not to be. This life moves only forward. I am getting better at honoring what is left behind, without always looking back. I had a caregiver, sometime in the past year, tell me, "It's okay to fail." I'd never internalized that message before, and my interior world shifted. I became authentically accepting of the whole of me, better able to be nicer to myself and practice outward kindness without self-depletion. I was never stupid or naive, I just believed, and believe still, everyone (myself included) is capable of more sweetness.