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Sunscreen
SunscreenAs odd as it sounds, you are not unlike the sun;Your comforting attention illuminates the soul,Fans the flames of a pining heart, Nourishes and sustains me—Yet for all that, your ...
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Foreign Bloom
Foreign BloomPrecious, pliant seed, you, washed on this new land by jealous current, are pitiable. How often have lonely pilgrims landed desolate, crushed by native resistance? To prosper here, you ...
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Vestiges
VestigesThese nights are alone, hiding beneath the floor in a midnight’s cobwebwith only a monitor’s light,dreaming of successes andcontemplating failures.
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Pin Your Regrets to the Earth
Pin Your Regrets to the EarthThis cemetery is a land of giants:Erudite oaks towering above, cooling the blunt tombs planted in the grass,markers the size of moon craters,houses of the ...
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Viscous Memories
Viscous Memories When we first met, I did not see your face. Like an incensed mutt barking at the moon, streaks of wanton fire—flickering fingers harassing midnight’s hazy zephyrs—rose to ...
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The Struggle of the Orchid
The Struggle of the OrchidIn a fortress of shoots, leaves, and amethyst,Far away from the deceit of night and the torch of sun,The orchid is conceived.Curling her shy head into ...
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Our One Duet
Our One DuetIf we were to have our one duet, The only song to sing together, let it beThat we draw breaths on the same beat, That we express in ...
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Saccharine
SaccharineHoneyed words, slipping off a sugary tongueAmber, syrupy syllables gloss the air into a nebulous sheen.Ephemeral thoughts are branded everlasting, Illusions of grandeur crystallized in marbl
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Rise
RiseSunflower, riseTo the sun of longing, riseFrom the weary, listless earth, riseIn your heart and soul, and embrace the warmth of June.Sister, riseTo your heart of hearts, riseOut of apathy, ...
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A Halted Heart, Prologue
Motes of dust cloud the bottom of the bed, choking me as I pant the old air frenziedly. The grains in the wood are carving reddened murals into my skin ...
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Before I Forget
I need you to know,when the sun's eye brazens the treetopsat the right angle,or when the too-white moon gapes in mourningat all beneath her that decays,Everything--your pity, my dreams--rushes back ...
