Grandma
lie when you’re tired, //
lie when you’re brave, //
such a great shame, //
such easy handles.
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Poetry
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Aftershocks
A thunderclap never truly dies, instead //
It bores itself deep into places unseen;
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This is not a secret
I call it a mercy— my buried pretense, my unspoken lie, but a guilty conscience is a gunshot wound— it
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Thirst drinking saltwater
It begins with the word, of the mouth that shaped it, the breath that cups it, and the body that
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Oraphim
The sun bursts from displacement – Entropy begins. Allow it. Rings of rings of of rings of of rings
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Do you hear that?
Our words reverberate,But I can’t remember what was said.Four years passed us by –Now as I walk past the same
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Homeward bound (a Glosa)
The familiar voice that bids mego to an unknown mountainpierces my heart but stays the knifein a trembling hand.The deed’s
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Under trees
solitude among giantshow it feelsto know that i inhale their exhalationsand that they do the samethat as we both respiratewe
