Tag: poetry
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the walls of my room
the walls of my room don’t talkif they do, promise me you won’t break them. the walls in my room don’t talkif they ever do, they will tell you my story my stories of 3amwhen i told them my secrets. my stories of 11pmwhen i mourned myself to sleep. my stories of 7amwhen i woke…
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we could be in love, we could be rebels.
i am at a concert leaning my head on your shoulder right in the middle of the crowd intoning “I’m going back to 505”we are almost lost in this euphoric madness, we have a flight to catch, bills to pay, and little computer desks awaiting us. my hunger fades as i put my arms around…
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aching persona
i remember lying on the cold floor for hours, it was ages ago but i remember how inscrutable and haunting it felt. i remember the first time i felt that wave of melancholia, we were back in my mother’s hometownone afternoon, i was staring at the empty green mountains, and all at once my eyes…