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...It(,) don't catch(,)
It's a current I've known
Just with inverted swells
That communicate upwards
I don't recognize the same feelings
Leaping out from the spindrift
I was unfamiliar with my role
But I'm glad you're happy that I cut you from -
I'm happy that she cut me from limbo too
And I'm learning that malleability divides
A whisper caroms behind you
In a pause for clarity
You collide
"This is how we grow:
By not worshipping the Self only in the context of...
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Loft Bed
03:34
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...love or expectations."
Sunlight transfigured through the screen -
Wove a morning passage swept from pine
There's no interest in striking you from my maps
Just for saying something difficult to say
Floating in reflections of understanding
There's seaweed in the shallows
Interspersed with the biolight
I should have known I was dead
Well there's the beauty
It's just like you said
This doesn't feel like goodbye
In a pause for clarity
Your swells combine
You learn the comfort of limbo
The gray language of context, comparison
As we lament towards opposite coasts
I should have known it wouldn't double
But zero
But zero
There's no interest in striking you from my maps
Just for saying something difficult to say
Spent young lunations in the walk
From his shore to the shoal
Or in the combination of words she made
Floating on predictions of understanding
There's seaweed in the shallows
Interspersed with the biolight
I should have known...
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…That these days were sculpted from sea foam
When I slept like a continent against her
Lowered our bodies into the black waves
This water is always warm
Slingshot route beside the coast
Her eyes filled all the way with holly
I’m forgetting the taste of
Expecting a constant
To excuse me from pain
Came then the brightest morning
Stairwell cur takes up her vigils
Rooted deeply in instinct
Mine are just as hard to explain
The blinds striped sunlight across us
Inverted swells of the words we made
So we lowered our bodies into the black waves
This water is never warm
It doesn’t catch its a current I’d known -
Hadal route beyond the coast
Her eyes filled all the way with algae
And I’m redrawing the maps of
Allowing a constant
To excuse me from pain
Even if
I throw
Myself to you
Forget…
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Freshman Biology Seattle, Washington
You always
have great taste,
Fists full of
changing leaves,
I miss you more
Than I'd like.
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