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lightning, then glass

my mind is a beach with a caveon the beach, there were many battlesfor now,it mostly knows peaceand i know where to walkto avoid the land minesand i know where to waitfor the lost bottles and i read the messagesthe ideas and poetrythis has always been the waythey come to me on this beach, there is also a caveit’s very dark and very deepit’s where i playbefore a fewwaited at the entranceto see…

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night court kiss

serial killer clean

i gave back your thingsonce cherished souvenirs evidence of usthe representationmanifestation of our sweet memoriesI return the thingslike I can return our memories and still with all of it goneyou lingerI wash and scrubevery inch of my placemy friends call ita serial killer cleanthe way i erase your DNAevery trace yet I still find your hairin the corners, under the bedI clean it up like in…

blossom identities

in this spring, i want to bloom too like the cherry blossoms different identities, i try them on and i pull their petals off i love me and then again, i love me not

souvenirs of a past life

my skeletons aren’t in a closet but in a suitcase carried with me everywhere i go and i never feel alone i have the company of my mistakes home is where the hope is and when it’s not here anymore then i leave walk away from that version of me the one going different than the one that stays in this way i’ve lived and i’ve died many times ghosts of me walk these streets and I’m the one haunting me…

evidence of us

i’m glad we didn’tkill the bottlebecause i sip what’s leftand remember how it tasted on your breath and i don’t put the glasses awayat least not right awaythey stay on the tablethe glasses that touched the lipsthat touched my lips and i can’t remember all our wordsbut i have traces of where you wereprecious proofevidence of us

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fall into flight

i could fly in another life i remember how it feels in my dreams some nights my heart breaks, when I awake and i no longer touch the sky i struggle to shake the missing, the longing for the feeling of flight so i find new ways to climb and climb only to reach new heights to wonder what would happen if i jump and fall into the next life would i open new eyes and arms of feathers made to taste…