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The Sculpture
I was made up what artists dream of He once told me His fingers slid delicately along my own as if he was the one who sculpted me himself No bumps no cracks marring my skin It’s just me what he has made me Not hiding his…
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Queen Anne’s Lace
How old am I and no one ever thought to bring me flowers? Not until you came along, you were the only flower I needed. A dwindle of shrubs, rough patches marring the earth scarring it with sandpaper meadows. Barley peeled back to show you what I kept hidden inside, what I was made…
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Sweet Bergamasque
She was nothing sweet like Bergamasque Could’ve had bits of Mozart in her sprinkles of Requiems yet she didn’t do it for the dead She did it for the ones who couldn’t stand her essence yet craved her memory A solemn treaty of sentiment Words that could never…
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An Ode to Hades
“Tell them that you weren’t hungry, tell them you followed the pomegranates seeds because they tasted like blood, like love.” -Pauline Albanese You had the taste of lust written across your lips it was there etched into your eyes Pomegranate shaped orbs that made me crave to pick that seed up and…
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Blue Mold
This city is beautiful at night with the light of the moon bustling down below on you Yet being so close to the clouds one can’t feel any of it The people are so small taking their bags in tenfold like little ants are those specs of dust The nightlights…
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Dalliance & Wax
It tipped itself on me Cream the color of that fluorescent paper thin sphere in the sky It flickered like those flames that touch a colored wick It smelled like cruelty wickedness The burning embers of Hades was so fine It sparkled in the air like an…
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Hyakinthos’ Cry
‘Oed’ und leer das Meer’ You gave me hyacinths from your garden Crude little buds that were as green as those lies lies lies that ricocheted out of your mouth and into my throat I had become nauseated because of those incipient little blossoms I imagined a prickled case around those…
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Take Me To The Sky
You had eyes like the setting sun fiery gold with specs of amber delicate fingers plush lips I remember first laying eyes on you our souls burning to stay reunited I would serenade you with breakfast at Tiffany’s a moon and a river and tidbits of huckleberry We spent eons…
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Diphylleia Grayi
You were painted crystal white You held that pen wrote it in a way that could make those letters come to life With your crucifix to ward them off Those people stood there to watch their eyes held wonder They wanted to reach out and touch caress what they could…
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Whiskey and Murakami
“Guts have to go for the long haul. Curiosity’s like a fun friend you can’t really trust. It turns you on and then it leaves you to make it on your own – with whatever guts you can muster.” -Haruki Murakami Are you drinking right now darling? She would ask me when…
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Psykhe’s Plea
You were born from the tips of a butterflies compass Systematic members that form a figure eight as you take flight But you are paper thin So thin darling We can all see right through you To the spear that’s engraved into that heart of yours You would have thought it…
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Requiem for Icarus
It sounded like a calm day on the shore wind rushing rustling hair the color of classic films you’d feed me with breakfast at Tiffany’s serenade the moon to me with bits of passion I blush the same color as the setting sky and melt with you It was the color of…
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Peitho’s Muse
She kisses like an artist would Meticulous with bits of the raging sea etched onto her tongue It would lap away at me just like that sand and I could almost taste it When she would hover above me Only she would be able to distinguish which notes to…
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Fairy Dust and Curses
Her voice used to sound like a finely tuned violin Violent strips of Rachmaninov that we used to try and chose all night Those strings came up unmatched when she would laugh It always amazed me how easily beauty came to her as if she kept it in her back pocket A…
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Endymion’s Fate
My fingers were beaten grey and gold the same color of my bruises that you would prod at You would feed them to me with spoonfuls of honeyed phrases they stung like a bee I would get caught up in it My throat would stick closed Eyes faintly drooped as if you…
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