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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 have a mind that races, without a finish and no one wins. A million different thoughts and I am drowned in voices that desire, hate, love and are woeful. Constantly alone, I dread each day and I want change, to send a message in a bottle, to not be afraid. Grey colours my days and I read the news paper over someones shoulder and I try and believe that it is trying to cheer me up, I can feel it. But I cannot let it. I desire the sun and freedom and propinquity, passion with a gentle soul, given for me to rip apart and then apologize and then wonder where it all went wrong.