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We are just as fast as we used to be. It is the world that has slowed down, Pulled to a halt before our aching wings. The shift in momentum—so jarring that We’ve grown more cautious of the wind. We’ve lost the urgency to move…
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Tired and hollow, I’ve been scraped of my marrow. There’s little left to love but the hope of it. I used to be so afraid to miss it. Now, I’m content tending to my own shadow. It’s a sweet thing you often forget Until you…
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A wolf you are in borrowed fleece, With scarlet in your thread. You speak in smiles and silken peace, Yet veil the truth instead. You fooled me once, and once again— I saw it far too late. And if you lied to me today, I’d…
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I want to live, though I am prepared to die. I hope it is painless, but I hope it slow—slow, so that I may have the time to thank those who have changed me. If I might see hope, I pray it is brilliant and…
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The sky was a deepening shade of periwinkle, with clouds streaked in gold and pumpkin hues, their edges glowing like embers from the setting sun. It was the kind of evening he’d found himself in often, waiting breathlessly for that switch in the universe—the Golden…
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Her silhouette remained stained in his visionStill laying silently on the cold of the pillowGolden hair messy like snapped harp stringsCheeks pressed almond eyes into half-crescents She was the moon—he was the waterHer absence caused his soul to rippleAnd there was something in the wayShe’d…
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I took a step into the in-betweenFor a moment it was blindingAnd yet it was there that I could see all A calming wind—brushed cheekShe fell through the blueblooming in silence In the presence of the all-seeingThe golden hour—stuck the middleCarefully swaying like weeping timber…
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Fidelity is a hard color for a fool to wear They will hold it in their handlike smokeand watch as the wind carries it away As if its ashes smell of young cinnamonthey will follow it blindlybut only while it pleases them Though sooneverything will…
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Salt so pure I can feel it in my bones, see it in the airReflective beauty is a canvas we are not meant to understand.Can I be by the ocean one last time? I’d like that.To see the tides washing crushed shells in an easy…
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Falling fast, the snowflake crumbles.Slipping, sliding as it stumbles. Knee deep, I chase after you.Your footsteps imprintedare too large You turn to noticeAnd now I’m on your shoulders. The footsteps look smallerfrom so high upfarther awayand soon gone forever To reach, to dream, to slip,…
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He’s heading to the altar, but for what he will not say.The path is lit with skeletons and candles along the way.“Shush,” he says, “they’ll hear us, you creaking bones of mine.”I used you poorly in youth, and with that, there comes a fine.Those questions…
