Tag: prose
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CONSONANCE
sometimes in september. i hear you.even if i know that you aren’t here anymore. then there is this urge to climb up the thorns, break down these walls and reach out for the harmony. but at the same time. being alive isn’t the same as wanting to live in house without walls and watch a…
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ELYSIAN
Every existence is connected. That even long after your death. Somewhere there will always be a piece of you in someone’s hands or someone’s memories. And the places that you were supposed to walk will still long for your aching footsteps. The people you were supposed to be with in the future, will feel lonely…
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i have known things but not happiness i am just another earthly impression. withered, and tangled in this web. there has been people like me, there will be people like me; dented and demented, for weaving a tapestry out of chaos ( chaos ) that spread from skin to skin and bones to bones. like…
Prena Poetry 