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Originally posted on Daffniblog: I walk outside and find a lizard’s corpse worshiping the eclipse. Then I have this dream of Rimbaud in the shower and pray to the gods to have him appear in my bed, waiting for me to return from the shower. In the bathroom mirror, I examine my chin hairs and… Read more
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Originally posted on jimmi campkin: I sit on a hard, backless bench, hands clasped and bored as though I’m at church, bored to the infantile prattlings of the damnless, people so witless that they couldn’t sin if they tried, unless the sin was to be fireless. I look across to a young man pushing food… Read more
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Originally posted on The Writings of Jasper Kerkau: I died again. In the waters as usual. It is always the water. Somehow it all makes sense. It is always the minor things. The minutia that pulls me under. The little, wet idiosyncrasies, stuffed words, distant miscommunication. I die over and over again. Each time, I… Read more
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Originally posted on Letsblogdotcom: There are poets who write about the collision of atoms, the laws of the cosmos meaning the laws of the universe itself, the forming of constellations and then they compare it to the love they have for their significant other. I can’t seem to do that. I mean have you looked… Read more
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Originally posted on Daffniblog: Came home to a dead bunny at my back door. It’s eyes were wide but its little paws were curled in a way that reminded me of a child nestled next to its mother. The flies already began to have their way with it and all I could do was stare… Read more
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Originally posted on Daffniblog: Crazy bones and sleepy days that make my teeth ache. Your need for possession is hot and turns me into a fluffy bunny. Little baby thoughts hop hop hop around with all their might. What I’m saying is you drive me wild in this way you use your intellect to keep me… Read more
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Originally posted on tales of the restless: Photo by?Kendall Lane?on?Unsplash how do I find the words to paint you a new world when yours runs out of colour for you I bend my brain in search of things to say that could guide you by the hand words that might shed some light maybe make… Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: It’s no comfort knowing that you’re buried, deep down, taking earth around you like blankets that fall apart and crawl. But seasons still disrobed like actors backstage in a play, in front of everyone. Even with you gone, the world moved on. And I watched. We all did. Forced… Read more
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