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Staff note: This is touching.
Our bodies carve
through the mist,
like the woods are carved
by worn trails.
...
Nothing hurts more than
a paper cut from a page
that contains a blade of
poetry.
your heart is swollen to make your breasts appear larger
and flowers have more colors, even the dying ones
and some mornings, you see him...
Letters anyone? If you’re interested click here.
Letters anyone? If you’re interested click here.
Letters anyone? If you’re interested click here.
I want sympathy and I want you to let me be selfish sometimes.
I am completley selfless.
When I want to be.
When I want you to like me.
I can be rested completley inside myself
and I cannot come out
unless coaxed.
Because I can be undeniably selfish.
When I want to be.
When I want you to hate me, loath me, run from me.
I know how to make you turn away.