Tag: poetic
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Saturday Nights
i don’t remember you holding me. you said your parents were solving a family feud out of town. we were smoking on your bedroom’s balcony— congested among the bicycle parts and leftover of the science project from last summer. we were listening to Saturday Nights, it used to be your favorite song back then. all…
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the writer i loved .
i once loved a writer till the day she put a bullet in her head. she did tell me she loved me too and often read Hemingway to me on soft sunday mornings. then on the day we got married she planted a bougainvillea tree in her mother’s garden.it was five summers ago. her mother,…
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spring blues
“i think someone april. i think someone broke somebody’s heart in spring” i have forgotten how the flavour of coffee feels like. i can only stare at a young boy on the bus stand sipping Starbucks, its coffee, i can smell it—i miss it but i gave up caffeine long ago. like how i gave…
Prena Poetry 