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it wasn't storytelling to meWe spent six months laying our feet delicately one in front of the other on the soft surface of what felt like petals. It tickled my feet and made me smile. We eyed the luminescent gold that we wished to drink from, and when we met we fell in.it wasn't storytelling to me
I dared to throw my body to your mercy hands They were so big compared to my delicate laboratory hands. I could lose mine in your grasp but I never realized that it meant that I could fall through it completely. My fingers are known to be clumsy but I thought I could read the crest of soft pulses from
by ~TallaVarg
it's all relative, I supposeI am wide-eyed blindfolded.it's all relative, I suppose
I can never tell if I'm on the bridge towards Van Gogh's fields Or if I fell into some kind of valley wedged
Between expansions that were meant to always Circle overhead.
I can never seem to find the courage to ask God
Where he put my optimism
I always feel like saying the words aloud would somehow make him real.
Maybe I am supposed to find the guidewires somewhere Between my breastplate and backbone Where the counterweight of my enthusiasm Sometimes presses against the top of my stomach And on good days seems to d
by ~TallaVarg
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my condolencesI found myself in a sad position of making Condolences to people I swore I was just meeting for the first time, Dressed quite accurately for a role of courtesymy condolences
That made me feel like I was lying to a stranger Who needed comfort with something familiar
I remember this man visiting my father the day he had a stroke His face was nameless to my eyes Yet I heard father talk of him, repeatedly. But childishly I confess I never really bothered remembering Names of people I swore I would never have to remember.
Looking at surrounding photographs
I desperatel
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