Tag: poem
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Cobblestone Dances
Cold and hot, instance and essence, We walked those cobbled streets, exhaling in short puffs to try and hold some of their warmth. ‘Did you see?’ I would say. ‘Do you hear?’ she would say. We discovered which arm positions best suited our frames, Which allowed for the closest proximity and walking fluidity, Like a…
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Burdens & Technology
I just want to live simply and love completely. To adhere to the common morality of our fathers and theirs in a world disconnected — enchanted by the mere hope of a good life borne of truthful labor. To rise before the sun shows his face, running cold fingertips through the thick remnants of a…
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Renewing our vows with each passing breath
There is no sense of time, there is no sense of space That cliff in Africa, where we screamed like madmen That ancient mountain ruin, where we sought tribal ghosts That crisp night air, where we saw the infinity of space unfold above us. These are moments where we captured what we could of the…