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if i look back, i am lost
YOU ARE THE REASON
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Not today Justin

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Mike Driver
One Nice Bug Per Day
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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Rosa Chacel, from a diary entry featured in Diario, originally published in 1993
Year of the horsie
Anne Sexton, from A Self-portrait in Letters
Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem
Speculum, Hannah Copley
— Bob Dylan from When the Deal Goes Down on Modern Times (2006)
- A.R Asher
Our bond was once strong as rope. Now we are only connected by a thread. I still feel the tug of you towards my heart but it is time to let you go. I cut what is left.
via her-scattered-pages // the cycle ends
insta her.scattered.pages
Cesar Vallejo, from a letter to Oscar Imana written c. January 1918
Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Anna Akhmatova, from "Rachel" featured in "The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova" (trans by Judith Hemschemeyer)
H.D, from The Collected Poems: 1912-1944; "For Bryher and Perdita"
"The heart keeps sobbing in its sleep."
-Emily Dickinson, in a letter to Louise and Frances Norcross, early October 1871
Sanctificum, Chris Abani
e.e. cummings, from “Sonnet” (Poem #13 in Uncollected Poems), Complete Poems: 1904-1962
[Text ID: “The trembling, yearning stars, that cannot speak”]
chen chen, nature poem in ‘when i grow up i want to be a list of further possibilities’
Portrait of Fryderyk in Shifting Light, Richard Siken
[text ID: How much can you change / and get away with it, / before you turn into / something else, / before it’s some kind of / murder?]
― Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
[ Text ID: And you’ll always love me won’t you? / Yes / And the rain won’t make any difference? / No ]
— Richard Siken, Boot Theory
[text ID: A man takes his sadness and / throws it away / but then he’s still left with his / hands.]