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I had hoped to be in love by yesterday. A bird watcher's sort of love - the kind that observes a winged deity, records for posterity, and attempts to mimic volant form via poetry. Longing recalls the last marvel I saw. For yesterday's sake, I might've imagined the lingular quickwit was here on my... (edited) read more
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poet crush (poem)
Tell me. Speak it in your sliding brick nuance. I am needy in needing the swatch fan of textures. Tell me and I will offer my whole self in turn. I will give you poetry that knocks three times when it wants you. I will explore all the ways that a word can be sprawled, give you things that will hum... read more
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INTJ
Cancer
(h)ardor (poem)
your body, an instrument I'm not proficient in, plays with itself via soundcloud anonymous surely you know how I respond to liking it cup hand to can, picture sound like a spider web mild to wild vibrations seed hunger; causer, artistic (h)ardor, sizzles out. once, I'd like something simple as... read more
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22d
INTJ
Cancer
an affinity for (bl)oak (poem)
It is cold and I want to say anything to you. Something that pairs well with full-body thought. Age is a dram of room temperature madness. Sipped slow enough, but the sips never stop. (Creative brain questions want and how much.) (Rational brain says we're already drunk.) Your brain quite like... read more
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7d
INTJ
Cancer
the last squeeze of summer, concrete (poem)
The sun sets eight after eight. To the left, the belly fat sky adds a ribbon of bruised petal silk, apathy heliotropic and now the aches begin. To the right, the absence of birds leads to gasping. Wingéd words who never learned how to sing open their mouths, steal the breath from whomever. Over... read more
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