Stones

You die beneath my eyes. The wind that blows is witnessing my bitterness of breath and claws rake through my core like those of crows, in search for all the sweetness of your death. I touch your eyes, your vaguely beating heart – it’s all a dream but not my own. I lie and tell … Continue reading

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knocks on wood

have you observed along your lives how often do we care about some silly thing that drives our actions? would you dare to pass beneath a ladder’s frame? to just ignore “thirteen”? to say that horseshoes found are lame, and mirror’s broken sheen has no relation to mischance? that spilling salt is safe? would you … Continue reading

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Tuesday fun – the “L” word(s) – pseudoadvice

you’re lusty, luscious, literate but lost without recover, because the only “l” you’re not is what you most want: lover. you’re loyal, live, lenient too, but lonely ‘neath your cover, because the “l” avoiding you is what you crave for: lover. you’re like a liquor, lush and sweet, and light like dreams that hover, your … Continue reading

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