two in poems
- Jan. 20, 2019, 3:27 a.m.
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i can’t be measured with you.
You rip reason from hands
and leave behind
bits of poems and tea leaves.
they promise things without names
we won’t name, secretly name, lingering with
fear and hesitation
scattered by the word we hunger for:
love
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LoveSuicide ⋅ February 07, 2019
you rip reason from hands
love it.
sloom LoveSuicide ⋅ February 07, 2019
<3